Will I always feel like this? Like swamp mud Viscous, formless. I need warm, firm hands To sculpt me into something Recognisable Like a woman, or a tree. I wish I was a fearless Roman Goddess Or an African warrior with my Tits out. I would invite death To pierce my soft underside, And thenContinue reading “I wish I was a fearless Roman Goddess”
I’ve got to be quick. Today was day 1 of National Novel Writing Month, better known as nanowrimo, a worldwide campaign/project/incentive to write a total of 50,000 words by the last day of November. That’s 1,667 words EVERY DAY. Bearing in mind I spend eight hours of the day writing for a living and I’mContinue reading “National Novel Writing Month 2019 begins today”
Humans love to be freaked out. We just love it. Does anything make us happier than a creepy long-haired girl crawling out of a well? I studied gothic fiction in my final year of university and it was the best few months of my entire education. We got to read all the classic horror storiesContinue reading “It’s ‘spooky season’ and this is why we love horror”
I’m irritating myself. Everything I do irritates me. I’m irritating myself by writing this blog because I sat down to write my story and look what’s happened. Really I should be packing, or throwing all my old stuff away because we’re moving house in a couple of days, but I’ve just remembered I have aContinue reading “On writing, social media and the impending end of Lent”
The title of this blog is my all time favourite line from any song, ever (excluding “up to my ass in alligators , let’s get it on with the alligator haters” by the great Anthony Kiedis). Bon Iver music isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but it is mine. In fact I’d go as far asContinue reading “And at once I knew I was not magnificent”
I don’t know why I was so nervous about going to the writer’s workshop last night but I really, really was. It seems that all of life is a succession of scary things we have to make ourselves do. What I find ‘scary’ changes day-to-day and is largely dependent on what mood I’m in. SometimesContinue reading “Take your work seriously, not yourself”
This is just going to be a quick one because I’ve just seen the time! Not that I need a reasonable bedtime now that I’m ‘superfluous’. It’s the end of my second day of redundancy. I cleared out our spare room, dismantled my drum kit and piled it on top of the wardrobes to makeContinue reading “Diary of a redundant writer: Day two”
At work earlier this afternoon I was summoned into a meeting room and made redundant, with immediate effect. I am ‘no longer needed or useful; superfluous’, according to the Google definition.
I’m moving on from my current job as a magazine editor, which I’m excited about but also sad.
I made this shattered heart thing on Adobe Illustrator and quite like it but have no use for it so I’ll put it here: