It is my birthday today. I'm thirty-nine. It's an uncomfortable age, an age I've been feeling embarrassed about turning, which is, I know, utterly ludicrous and tragic. On Facebook, I made it so that only I can see my birthdate. It wasn't because of my age, though, but because of messages that come through from… Continue reading An Uncomfortable Age
Tag: writing
The Hills Will Be There Tomorrow
Around 10 this morning, I decided to go hiking and photoshooting, so I booked a ticket for a train leaving for 'the hills' at 12:46. I had spent the first half of this week in 'barely functioning' mode after an unusually social Saturday, and I was desperate to restore some 'lust for life' in the… Continue reading The Hills Will Be There Tomorrow
The Neurodivergent Creative
Well hi. It's been a little while. I was going to skulk back in here with a quirky (?) post about self-anthropology, having lifted the idea from the book Tiny Experiments by Anne-Laure Le Cnuff. In an attempt to 'self-renew,' the reader is invited to 'play a game of self-anthropology', which essentially means making 'field… Continue reading The Neurodivergent Creative
Going Home To Poetry
For a long time, I wrote a poem every day. It was my way of grounding myself; breathing was easier after writing a poem. When, for whatever reason, a day passes when I haven't written a poem, the distress is palpable; I'm a wolf pacing a boundary fence. No matter what's been going on in… Continue reading Going Home To Poetry
Burnout
On the 1st of February, I woke up feeling like I was coming down with flu. Frustrated, I took to my bed for the best part of a week. I slept and wrote when I had the energy. In one of my journal entries, I noted: It's been a relief to slow down, to know… Continue reading Burnout
My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 4 – Postcard From Iceland
I sent this postcard to my family in England during the summer of 2011 when I was in Iceland for three months as a conservation volunteer. Somehow, it's ended up back with me and lives on the fridge with a Jólakötturinn magnet made by my friend Giorgia of Litla Keramus. On the back, I wrote… Continue reading My Wyrd Life In 100 Objects: 4 – Postcard From Iceland
Some Seasonal Reading
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
The Art Of Perseverance
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
Taking Up Space
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
Starving To Death In Snæland : A Poem
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
A Wyrd Of Her Own 