day 27, writer’s block
“There is nothing new.
Those ideas are weak.
You have nothing to say.
You are not good enough.” Continue reading day 27, writer’s block
Tag: creative writing
Day 10, less
When the shutdown was announced I was living outside of my flat, with only a haphazardly packed suitcase of work clothes and my work computer. Nowadays I wear my earrings and dresses into the spare room turned makeshift office to start work, not only because I hear it’s good for productivity but because my range of options is limited. During the workday, I talk through … Continue reading Day 10, less
Day 9, these days
Outside, things move slowly these days. Continue reading Day 9, these days
Day 2, an incomplete list of things that are still possible.
Herein lies an incomplete list of things that are still possible, even while much is not. Continue reading Day 2, an incomplete list of things that are still possible.
One day.
One day,
I know,
my knees will ache for rest.
This heart will not race
at the thought of the unknown. Continue reading One day.
Week 16: Tea.
To the next person to live in Room 5, House 4, Plassey Village.
If i could offer you one single piece of advice it would be this: Learn how to make tea. Continue reading Week 16: Tea.
Week 15: Next steps.
There is no greater evil, I think, than the subtle and pervasive belief that our success can only be realised in the failures of others. Continue reading Week 15: Next steps.
Week 14: She, Ireland.
Ireland is . . . Continue reading Week 14: She, Ireland.
Week 13: Words.
“Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.” Continue reading Week 13: Words.
Week 12: Treasures.
“Inside her fist were treasures,
infinitesimally small.”
Week 12 (can you believe it?): Treasures. Continue reading Week 12: Treasures.
Over-Excited and Under-Prepared 