For Those Who Bloom In The Dark
The day after Boxing Day (which should be renamed Bloodlust Day due to the number of redcoats roughing up the countryside and slaughtering foxes despite the 2004 ban) was foggy. Ordinarily, this weather would have drawn me out with my camera, clothes pulled on over the top of my pyjamas, teeth unbrushed, fast unbroken so… Continue reading An (Almost) Year End Walk
This was supposed to be an extensive write-up, posted well before Christmas. I wanted to write a merry, celebratory post about some of the most satisfying, illuminating, imaginative seasonal reads, which have made my life (and my winters) better for having been published. But, surprise, surprise, I haven't been doing all that well lately so… Continue reading Some Seasonal Reading
I stepped away from social media last night, and what a relief it was. I'll be away from IG and FB for all of December, and I'm already reaping the benefits - I've read for several hours (started the new issue of Mslexia and A Literary Christmas: An Anthology.) I haven't misused my time stressing… Continue reading Making Space & Time For Winter
The other day, I spoke about my brain having the audacity to try and stop me from doing things I want to do. One of those things was penning some thoughts about the book Finding Water: The Art of Perseverance by Julia Cameron. I finished it a few weeks ago and was eager to share… Continue reading The Art Of Perseverance
I am relieved to write here again; I know it's been a while. It's comfortable here, familiar, safe. I feel a contentment akin to going home to a warm house and switching the kettle on. There's that ahh factor, that 'oh yes, this is where I'm supposed to be' feeling as I get settled in,… Continue reading Taking Up Space
I posted this poem on my Facebook page and someone said it was a 'gut punch' of a poem which made my day. It's from my forthcoming collection (which has been forthcoming for far too long) that's themed on the Icelandic winter. Typically, I'm not one for writing about the gleeful times...so most of the poems… Continue reading Starving To Death In Snæland : A Poem
I'm at my parent's house. I've taken the clock out of the living room and put it somewhere else so its ticking won't disturb me as I write. This isn't the first time I've moved the clock. If I forget to put it back before my dad gets home from work, he'll grumble about it… Continue reading It’s A New Year & I’m Struggling
“Autumn days come quickly, like the running of a hound on the moor.” – Irish Proverb September is a frantic, exhilarating month. It's when I finally start to wake up. I hibernate the 'wrong way round' – I go to ground for the light months and wake up for the dark half of the year. … Continue reading Waking Up For The Dark Half Of The Year
I've been delaying this first post for the longest time. The first writing of any new project is often a massive headache. But this has been something else. Since winding up my long-running blog Wyrd Words & Effigies, there's been an overwhelming feeling of paralysis, an uncertainty of what I should and shouldn't write about. I'm used… Continue reading September Is The Month Of Spiders & New Beginnings
A Wyrd Of Her Own 