diary, notebook, photos
I'm just back from a few days in Spain with my family. I felt bad about flying, even though I haven't flown since I went to Portugal in 2015. I will try not to fly again for at least a year, maybe longer. I haven't signed up for the #flightfree2020 pledge but I am thinking… Continue reading Mid-September Notes
I was about to tweet a happy tweet and post a happy post about my happy year, when our washing machine broke down and our boiler stopped working. It was eerily uncanny, as if the Fairy who stops you feeling too smug had flown into my house and sprinkled some of her glum magic over… Continue reading New Year’s Eve Musings
I think it was Melvyn Bragg who said that he used to write between the hours of 5am and 8am before leaving his house to travel to his job in arts broadcasting. Every day. And there are many others, whose names I cannot remember, who've written about the benefits of writing early in the morning,… Continue reading On not being good at mornings
As Januarys go, this one hasn't been too bad, so far, not taking into consideration world events, of course, although yesterday's amazing marches across the world have filled me with hope. I've had five - FIVE - rejections in the past six weeks, not all poetry or writing related, but, surprisingly, I'm unbowed. Could it be… Continue reading A good January, so far
This week has mostly been about me being ill - not seriously ill, just an annoying cold with horrible flu-type symptoms; feverish, aching limbs, bad headache. Unfortunately I had to cancel our Poetry Society Stanza meeting at Trowbridge Town Hall and I was really sorry about that. I felt that I might be contagious so… Continue reading In which I entertain a charming visitor
