Have you ever made a gift of your writing? Perhaps the idea's never crossed your mind. I mean, you love to write and you do it all the time - but give it as a present? But think about it. If you knitted or painted, or crafted jewellery, you'd probably give people the fruits of... Continue Reading →
To start writing you need three things; something to write on, something to write with, and an idea. But that makes it sound easy, and writing is not easy (fun, fulfilling, wonderful yes. Easy? Hell no). So frankly there's nothing wrong with using anything you can to help you out. Read on for nine of... Continue Reading →
Any fan of ‘Alice in Wonderland’ will know that its eponymous heroine is based on a real person. Alice Liddell was the fourth child in the Liddell family. They were friends with Charles Dodgson AKA Lewis Carroll and it was on a boating trip that he whipped up the tale of Alice and the White... Continue Reading →
You writeso that when you fall,your descent will be arrested,by a silver net of wordstied in knotsonto the walls. And you ask,are they strong enough,tough enough, tall enough,what if they just breakso that you crash intothe floor? So you writeand on you tie themknots with bowsand knots with snarls,knots with no one else around them,knots... Continue Reading →
Today I felt a moment of sadness flicked in from nothing a moment given for the mourning of those who have no other I wondered whose loss I had been assigned who they had been before the trap closed whether they were always anonymous born and died with the light touch flying with dragging feet... Continue Reading →
They say when your senses diminish, other senses become more astute, so your eyes improve if you’re deaf, your ears if you’re blind. I don’t know how truthful that is, but it seems as my body has diminished the strength of my mind has grown. All those books I read are now proving their worth.... Continue Reading →
(Written at 13, re-written at 20 and found in the archives at 30-and-a-bit) Aged thirteen and late in bed, I realised that one day I’d be dead. My stomach gave a sudden jolt, and in me found a strange revolt, against the idea of ever ending, and I wondered about bending, time around me so... Continue Reading →
September has eyes, opening red and gold. January has fingers, stretching frozen spindles. August has toes, digging deep in soft sand. May has a nose, catching scents in sunlight. October has hair, roots torn by the wind. December has teeth, standing stones into skin. April has tears, cascading on molted earth. And July has legs,... Continue Reading →
They called me the Changeling babe,Not quite a girl, not quite right.Through needle eyes I saw other realmsand went wild dancing round finger trees.I jumped the Naiad,on a green bowing branch,and sang to the fair behind the fronds.Nay boy could beat me at their games,I would lick my finger at them and shriek,stride back to... Continue Reading →
Conversation between my boyfriend and I: 'Have you backed up your writing recently?' 'No actually. Very sweet of you to remind me.' 'Well, I just don't fancy dealing with you if you lost it.' Er, thanks. But seriously, backing up your work is vital if you write on any kind of electronic device be it... Continue Reading →
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