Category: Pensive

  • 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 […]

  • Tomorrow

    Tomorrow

    Please forgive me, for it has been over a week since my last personal blog. There are a LOT of reasons for this, and all of them revolve around poems. Today, however, I put that all aside and did some work on my soul. Running is my new Thing, but instead of allowing it to […]

  • Leaders of the Free World

    Leaders of the Free World

    800 Twitter followers now. When we get to 1000… be afraid.

  • Take Me I’m Yours

    Take Me I’m Yours

    I am going away at the weekend, but the blogging will continue. However, there needs to be time when a break is scheduled: once the habits are established, but not before. An important part of my routine has slid this week and needs correcting. I know why. It takes a long time for me to […]

  • You Wear It Well

    You Wear It Well

    This week has changed the game plan. A lot of that has to do with knowing I’m not happy with other people’s handling of mass participative events as someone with historic anxiety issues. Forget for a moment about all the other potential mental complications involved in next week’s Ride London, it’s all about knowing I’m […]

  • Airbag

    Airbag

    This is the most significant thing I have done for myself in quite some time. It’s more important than my first book launch yesterday, and I do not state that lightly. Having the space not just to breathe but step back and consider things is crucial at this stage of my progression. There needs to […]

  • Filthy/Gorgeous

    Filthy/Gorgeous

    Not nearly as angry today as I expected to be, but for large portions of the working portion of business it did feel as if I was being followed around by Tim Curry as IT with a rubber hammer, with which he would hit me on the head every ten minutes or so before cackling […]

  • Fragment

    Fragment

    Objectivity in crisis is a hard ask. It’s why you have to feel for all those people unable to move forward right now, and there are a fuck of a lot of them. How will you ever shift away from the permanent, almost omniscient panic that accompanies not knowing what might happen if you get […]

  • Waves

    Waves

    It was blustery as fuck, but the skies warmed my heart, even it the wind was enough to take my breath away. Came back with a handful of flotsam, and a river-worn piece of glass I’m tempted to set as a pendant. There’s going to be a lot of time spent here in the months […]

  • Look Up

    Look Up

    Callouses are BACK on my hands, and I can wallow in the understanding, sitting here recovering, just how much I FUCKING LOVE WEIGHTLIFTING. Cycling can’t get close to the endorphin high, plus I can show off just how much work really was done during Lockdown (a lot, lets be honest). If there were money available, […]