A long, slightly rambling blog. Like the tentacles of an octopus. My October. Children are easily embarrassed by their parents when they get to a particular age. They are from a different generation dealing with different parts of their growing selves in ways they cannot yet fully understand, and we have long forgotten. Truthfully, I… Continue reading EIGHT OCTOBER OBSERVATIONS
Category: On Books
Can we say Virginia Woolf was vain?
I’ve just come out of a steaming hot shower. The glass doors in my bedroom are still steaming and misted over, so you know how keen I was to get to my laptop to get this one out. As I’m soaping and re- soaping, having gone down my right shin at least three times (do… Continue reading Can we say Virginia Woolf was vain?
On Kafda, and thoughts of one and other special things.
I’d been reading Kafka on the way up in the car, scanning through ‘The Metamorphosis’ and other short stories, and deciding that I would have to speak to someone about him. I hadn’t read much of it before and felt a bit clueless about what he was trying to say most of the time. I… Continue reading On Kafda, and thoughts of one and other special things.
50 THOUGHTS on TURNING 50
In last month’s blog, I dared to suggest that I would talk about turning FIFTY. Funny how you can be so motivated about a writing piece one day and wholly daunted by it days later. I thought I had worked it all out and it would sing of inspirations and insights and read like a… Continue reading 50 THOUGHTS on TURNING 50
BOOK OR BLOG: what’s it to be?
Book or Blog: What’s it to be? To write or to ski? Are you kidding? That’s not much of choice- at least not for me. It’s 4.05am. I’ve been awake since 2am. There are people who live out their lives at these sorts of crazy times. Shift workers, nurses and doctors, the early morning radio… Continue reading BOOK OR BLOG: what’s it to be?
Don’t you DIE to go on a writer’s retreat?
In pursuance of my obsession to learn more about the writing craft, hours are spent in relative silence hunched over my laptop with my reliable friend Mr G. Mr Google. He and I appear face to face and then he greets me with his little blue circling google dance and we wait to see what… Continue reading Don’t you DIE to go on a writer’s retreat?
Synchronicity and 2016: unedited.
With the smell of gammon, cinnamon and cloves bubbling on the stove, it feels like Christmas all over again as I await the arrival of my 16 year old daughter from a month long exchange in Germany. But January it is and so, the arrival of a new year for plans, goals, dreams and future… Continue reading Synchronicity and 2016: unedited.
ReFlecting on twenty FiFteen
Time to reFlect so it appears For not only is it that month of year, But sometimes people pop into your space When you least expect it Like on the way down from a cloudy full moon sky. His name was Captain, he said as he filled up our car, Smiling and humming, it was… Continue reading ReFlecting on twenty FiFteen
How to survive Home Affairs. #FindRene
How to survive Home Affairs #Find Rene I arrived with a different attitude on this, my eighth turn to Home Affairs. I parked easily as it was still early, and armed with the Truth (coffee) joined a moving queue just after 8am so that by 2 minutes past, I was standing inside the building on… Continue reading How to survive Home Affairs. #FindRene
GOING OFFLINE FOR A TIME
I’ve blogged fairly extensively about my preoccupation with social media and the unequalled ambivalence it creates in my mind that literally drives me demented. Because it saps my energy and quite frankly, makes me sad. And then I see the latest cover of The BIG ISSUE with the headline: WHY SOCIAL MEDIA MAKES YOU SAD.… Continue reading GOING OFFLINE FOR A TIME
