• The Fear

    The Fear

    Occasionally I miss the person I used to be, then the feeling passes and I am reminded THIS is a better place.

  • I Go To Sleep

    I Go To Sleep

    or at least I will, once I’ve kept up the promise of posting here. Week 1 has been largely triumphant. Of all the achievements, the most satisfying of all is inevitably the quality of my poetic output, which has been significantly nurtured by sympathetic writing spaces. There have been some totally top-draw pieces in the […]

  • Not a Job

    Not a Job

    Oh look, I’m back in the Personal Blog again… I wonder why that is?

  • The Ninth Wave

    The Ninth Wave

    There’s the Advert out of the way, and now there is this almost overriding desire to run away. I knew it was coming, but we’re here now, so no avoiding it. It’s time to lean into the life I spent this long working towards and am now not quite sure is wanted any more, because […]

  • Finally

    Finally

    After three months, I can finally admit someone’s publishing me. That’s the next thing crossed off the list. Tomorrow, we make a new goal.

  • The Universal

    The Universal

    This is not the most important announcement this month. SOON [TM]

  • Not a Job

    Not a Job

    I was shortlisted for a reasonably important Thing. I did not go further. Having now cycled through the Seven Stages of Poetic Grief, I’m fine about it. There is too much else to worry about right now anyway. My life is shortly due to explode in a very specific and wonderful way. That’s absolutely something […]

  • Lost and Found

    Lost and Found

    I will look back on this week, in a year’s time, knowing how important it was for everything I became. A body is moving into shape. The requirement to fuel properly has become massively important. I can’t send things away to people and assume automatic failure any more. Most importantly of all, my voice is […]

  • Turn the Page

    Turn the Page

    Came quite close to passing out at the Gym last night. As of yet, I dunno if this is the indicator of anything more serious, but my blood work two weeks ago was nigh-on perfect, so /shrug. If I’m still here on Monday, I’ll go see someone. 72 hours is the time limit I was […]

  • The Other Side

    The Other Side

    I should have some professional news at the end of September. For now, I am forcing myself to rearrange my lifestyle. This is not without its stresses and strains, and the emergent realization that, at almost 56, remaining happy long term really isn’t sustainable. When I menstruated, the depression was magnitudes worse than it is […]