never knowingly without a pen
I started using it four years ago, just a few photos to begin with, very sporadically, no hashtags, very few followers, few people I followed, didn't really know what to make of it. Gradually, I started using it more. And more. Looking back at my Instagram now I see several family holidays, posts about jobs… Continue reading Thoughts about Instagram
First things first, I want you to know that this is a very basic 'How To' post but it might just be exactly what you need. I'm writing it because every few weeks I meet someone who wants to post poetry on their site but is frustrated because they can't produce the layout they want in… Continue reading How to format poetry in WordPress
It's been six months since my poetry pamphlet The Misplaced House was published by tall-lighthouse. Here's what I've learned, so far: Just because a poem is published in a collection doesn't mean it's completely finished, never to be changed again. I think I agree with whoever it was who said "a poem is never finished."*… Continue reading Six month pamphlet anniversary
This post has been prompted by a letter I received, out of the blue, from a Writing student who's composing a research essay about the connections between getting published and "self-promotion in contemporary poetry in the UK." The letter goes on to say that "self-promotion is a rather poor term...... and that online sharing of work......connecting with other… Continue reading Poetry and Self-Promotion
More than ever this week, my brain has become worn out by being on Facebook and Twitter. It's brought home to me the value of "owning" a small space on the internet - ie a blog - where I have the luxury of more than 140 characters to write down some of my thoughts about… Continue reading Writing poems rather than Facebook posts
Hello and Happy New Year to everyone. In our house we are variously curled up on sofas and beds, wrapped in duvets and fleecy blankets, still in our pyjamas or fully clothed, in coats, and wearing gorilla-shaped slippers, and scarves. (It's chilly in our house.) The teenagers might have overdone it with the fruity-flavoured cider last night, plus… Continue reading Write for an hour every day
Josephine Corcoran 