Tag: I am a Writer
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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 […]
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Hot Hot Hot
My optimal operating temperature’s about 18 degrees Celsius. The last few days, therefore, have been beyond grim. I came to the conclusion this afternoon that I was probably dehydrated, and no training today was a good call. So, I’m behind again. What can I say. There’s been no actual progress since we spoke last anyway. […]
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Don’t Tell Me
This will be a priority over the weekend, I think…
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The End is the Beginning is the End
The smart amongst you will know this was written after the fact, when I was home, because there was simply not the brain space that existed to properly process at the time. If truth be told, there is still not the space to do that. I’m continuing to break it down and manage the changes […]
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Old Friends
Friday night was a revelation. Firstly, I met Imtiaz Dharker. The Universe opened a door to a place I did not know existed, and in she walked. The sonnet she wrote about her husband, after his passing, is possibly one of the most perfect pieces of poetry I have ever heard. It was also the […]
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Believe Me Now
Where has the week gone? I know the answer to this, it is all in planning and recovery from this ankle injury. We are getting there, slowly but surely. It would be helpful, if in future, the attempts at self sabotage could be kept to a minimum. A lot is in the pipeline for next […]
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Duet
To prepare myself for going away, I’m writing this on my iPad. The WP app has always been notoriously flaky, and as it took three goes to load this after logging in, it is reassuring to see not much has changed in the five or so years since I did this last. I wrote two […]
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If I Could Write Poetry
Honestly, you shouldn’t even try.
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Pray
I overslept this morning, and it was GLORIOUS. Waking up after a dream I was able to seed in my own head hasn’t happened for a while, and it was welcome and enjoyable relief to be able to shift away from the difficult portions of an often problematic subconscious. It also means there’s a bit […]
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Grace
Writing poems in the morning’s not going badly of late.
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