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
Tag: Creative Writing
Grýla – A Poem
Grýla was one of the first poems I wrote for my upcoming poetry collection. For those unfamiliar with Icelandic Christmas lore, Grýla is an ogress who comes down from her cave on Mt Esja (the mountain range that watches over Reykjavik) at Christmas time to steal and devour disobedient children. Grýla has been much softened over… Continue reading Grýla – A Poem
Waking Up For The Dark Half Of The Year
“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
September Is The Month Of Spiders & New Beginnings
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 