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Rambert
One very good thing about your children growing older and developing their own interests is that they introduce you to things and lead you to places you wouldn’t otherwise go. Recently, I’ve been taken to dance shows and events, both amateur and professional, that I probably wouldn’t have known anything about if it wasn’t for my Read more
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A poem in The Rialto
Getting a poem into The Rialto is one of my poetry highlights, certainly of this year and probably of my poetry life. When I received a letter of acceptance from the editors in February I leapt about my house with happiness and even had a little cry. Why all the fuss? I suppose because ever Read more
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More blogs I follow..
..that aren’t expressly about reading or writing. You never know who you will meet on the internet or what will turn up when you are actually looking for something completely different. Taking part in WordPress’ Daily Prompts and Weekly Writing and Photo Challenges means that you will find sites using these hashtags and if you Read more
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Three blogs that aren’t about writing.
Perhaps EVERYTHING is about writing, I don’t know, but I come across stuff, in my WordPress travels, blogs by people who aren’t expressly writing about writing and I thought I’d share some of what I’ve found. You might enjoy these blogs, too! If nothing else, they give a little insight into the variety of ways Read more
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Mostly feeling scared but at least it’s sunny.
This week I’ve been doing more work on my pamphlet. I’m waiting to hear from tall-lighthouse after sending them a rough manuscript and I’m already regretting not waiting a little bit longer before I pressed the send button. Two kind friends who’ve also looked at the draft pamphlet have pointed out rather a lot of Read more
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Glassy-eyed, on the move, between places
This week’s photo challenge, ‘On the Move’, has made me think of all the time I’ve spent (years, probably, if I added it up) staring through the windows of buses and trains. The photo of my son, taken several years ago while we were on holiday in Devon when he was about eight years old, could Read more