It’s the little things I now notice All the things I didn’t see Couldn’t see Didn’t want to Why would I? I wouldn’t have been me
Read moreSeeing you
Starry eyes Sleepless nights A little time A little delight Looking through And looking out A humble song A little doubt Wondering if And hoping, too A little wish Here with you Do you notice? I sure do I see so much I’m seeing you
Read moreI don’t know why I bother searching
I don’t know why I bother I only lose my mind Every single time I search for the things I need to find I convince myself I’m certain I do know where they are! I tingle-bone ‘cause I do know they haven’t wandered far But they’re never where I put them They’re never where they’re […]
Read moreVictorious worsens
OMG, it’s now got some pulsing shit going and a screeching thing. THE CROWD IS GOING WILD! I think it’s Sunday’s headline act — Paul Weller? Not long now. Not long. And to think, just before this latest act started I’d written one whole sentence. A whole one! Officially no more blank page. I’m stuck again […]
Read moreVictorious in writer’s block
It’s bank holiday, it’s August, I’m in Portsmouth — it’s Victorious Festival! Yay! If I was at Victorious I’d be even more for it. But living so near and having it so loud has turned it annoying on day 3 when I would just like some quiet time to write. It’s been indistinct sound for […]
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Duvet buttonholes
Oh button’d holes of duvet sheet, Who start the night down by my feet, Why do you move when I’m asleep To ‘sure I wake to buttons greet?
Read moreI want to say something
I want to say something I’ve got so much on my mind But these thoughts don’t have the words to speak that do not sound like lies They sound like my delusions Like confusion with life itself Aloud they sound like I have fallen off my lucid shelf But I do not think that decent […]
Read moreI know you actually saw me
I know you actually saw me, we caught each other’s gaze I even heard you as you passed me muttering out my name You looked a little sullen beneath that veneer so good You looked like life is rough and strife and for you, m’dear, it should But then maybe I’m mistaken, I didn’t see […]
Read moreThis time I’ll be different
I like to think (I’m almost sure) That all I’ve done, I could’ve done more I could’ve completed (LOL what a laugh) Something I started, not barely done half
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If only I was different
If only I was different If I was someone else I know I’d be magnificent No bargain off the shelf I would surely be the envy Of everyone about And then I’d finally like me Love me without a doubt
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Who am I to me?
I am this to me
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I feel like at age…
I should’ve been…
(Life is a journey, the years are keepsakes, and fortunately there’s no baggage limit.)
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WATCH OUT! A WITCH!
Don’t go
I want you to stay
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Writing all behind myself
Third thing to achieve…
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A writer & tea — a solution to wasted effort
I need to get more clear glass mugs. I need to get rid of the porcelain ones and just stick to clear glass mugs. This is because I finish my cup of tea, carry on writing, and then I fancy a sip of tea and it’s empty! I only find out when I pick it […]
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Should’ve
… realised this before but I didn’t
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I’m mixing up my breath’s & breathe’s again! Here, a quick place to refer…
I easily get muddled between these two so I sound the words out — breath and breathe. For some reason I decided to pronounce the words wrong and so totally got muddled up. I had the ‘e’ in the middle much longer and the one on the end silent. I figured, English is strange, this is […]
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Faulty part
Something broke
Read moreDescribing grief — very hard
Grief is very hard describe. My main character in Kill The Killer (So I Did) is bereaved and his grief doesn’t flow onto the page easily. And so it shouldn’t. Just because Julian’s grief is fictional it doesn’t make it any less important, any less consuming, any less personal. It is just as real as […]
Read moreHave you ever, ever felt like this
Ditto
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Distract from distraction
It helps, when you write, if you (well) write. For some reason investigating the turbulent history of cat memes doesn’t write a story — I don’t know why, it’s just true. It’s also true that singing and dancing doesn’t write a story, no matter the tune — again, I’ve no idea why, it’s just the truth. […]
Read moreI’m a dictation master
Maths saying yo Bob’s doing what the use of Martha pass the worker say trees Siri please Siri Exactly what I dictated… If you can’t tell it’s a bit of Let’s Do It (Let’s Fall In Love). I was practicing dictating so I can get the words all typed up (sort of) as I’m writing […]
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Perseverance for coherence
It helps, when you write, if you persevere until you’re clear. When what you write doesn’t make sense, when the very thought of words knots your stomach because you can’t get them from your head, don’t give up even if it feels like your best option. Keep going, keep writing, even if the blank page taunts you […]
Read moreI don’t know what I do
I only know to be me
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Follow your timeline
It helps, when you write, if you follow your timeline. You’ve got your story where this and that happens at certain times on particular days, and you’ve got to get there so you fill in with background and pertinent details, and it just helps if you know how much time you need to explain away. I realised […]
Read moreYou thought
… wrong, didn’t you?
Read moreA strength inside
… you & me — we’re both strong inside
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A writer’s New Year in March
For the sake of getting a scene right, it was New Year last night in my house — Auld Lang Syne on repeat for hours and I still don’t know the bloody words. I even celebrated at midnight, popped streamers, a clinked Earl Grey with my reflection. All this to kill the character on the very […]
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I’m not ‘aving it!
And no I won’t
Read moreThe excuse of a writer
Like every good writer when I set my mind to a task I see it through to the end. Unfortunately, it isn’t the book but the post manual is coming along great! It’ll soon be finished, though, so I’m in the looking for a new excuse — dread the thought I actually finish my story.
Read moreSleepy writer
Stuck on a new bit now, I got passed that last bit — it’s the very last bit now, like the beginning of the ending, the near to be done! So close. Damn it. So sleepy. But I want to finish! I don’t want to go to bed, but I must! I’ve got work in the […]
Read moreCluttered writer
I’ve been writing and rewriting the same bit for the last two days — I know what I want to say but I don’t like how I’m saying it. Damn words. Damn thoughts. Damn writer here needs to go for a walk.
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Duncan stepped outside
Something rustled — a trash bag rustled but what made it rustle was unknown. A cat maybe, or a fox, a rat — it could’ve been any one of a number of things, some more plausible than others. Like aliens. It could’ve been a pre-invasion scout gathering intel on our race by rifling through our […]
Read moreSomething has been happening here
There is something afoot in here 😕
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And so the sun sets
And so the sun sets On this day of days – As the light departs, As weariness becomes thee, I’ll remember, I won’t forget the beauty.
Read moreOh blank page
Oh blank page with flashing line Why so silent? Why no shine? Why do you sit there with impatient wait? I don’t see you with things to say!
Read moreI’m sure to cheer
In time I trust — In its stumble and rush, In its rhythm and peal, Its passage — To heal. And in life I’ve faith — In its beauty and weight, In its echo and blend, Its wisdom — To mend. For with these I’m sure — With memories and more, With spirits and fear, […]
Read moreMy time
My time is your time; Your time is yours. My time is mine now, I’m sorry for wanting yours.
Read moreUnpleasant guests
When the rain falls to ground — Fills puddles that hide their depths — I am soaked and half-drowned, Shivering and out of breath. When the sun tries to shine — Tries to pierce through woollen clouds — I stumble around blind, Tired of this itchy shroud. When the air pants gently — The wind barely on […]
Read moreHave a happy birthday!
How does it feel to be officially old? You’re more ancient than dinosaurs or so I’ve been told — I’ve heard you could be more than a billon years, And yes you do look like you’ve lived all those years. You’re haggard and twisted and gnarled and grey — You’re wrinkles could be canals through […]
Read moreOr is it something different?
Hark! Hear! Hush it a minute — is that the sound of kismet? Is that the sound of a world crashing down, Or is it something different? Is it something I can hold up high — Hoorah! So high ‘cause down does fall — Or no, not, nothing like that at all? Do you even […]
Read moreTears do dry
Tears do dry, One day m’dear, The sorrow soon soothes to an ache.
Read moreSeesaw
Once it was seized and now it is not, Up and down my seesaw rocks.
Read moreWish
In times of darkness glisten Lights that pierce far, That near me falling down like embers — I wish upon a star.
Read moreOh weary me
When in memories of darkness all I see is oh weary me Resting on the misery, Just look at me: Tired — fatigued — you’ve got it, exhausted. The air is heavy and I am weak. When above the memories in brightness all I see is oh weary me Chilling on the misery, Just look […]
Read moreHave you ever — you never? You did!
Have you ever — you never? You did! You have! You met me then thought yourself ever so suave. You did — am I right? I knew it! Me, too! We’re suspiciously similar — I’m no different to you. Have you ever — you never? You did! The fuck? I thought it was just me who did […]
Read moreCheery
There’s nothing quite like being cheery, It washes away all that’s weary, So laugh every day So hard that you bray And can’t see ’cause your eyes are teary!
Read moreTime to shine
There was something unknowing — Something foreboding And forbidding in bed with me at night. There was something frustrated — Something fixated And slated ablaze within my mind. There was something ceaseless — Something speechless And fearless thinking I was its child. There was something precious — Something spacious And gracious awaiting its time to shine.
Read moreMemories not fixed to the board
No dates, no days, just sounds and scents and sights. Memories not fixed to the board. Snapshots of moments — flutter, flitter, shiver, splutter — Woefulness, happiness — discord.
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