Tag: stuff and gubbins

  • Everybody Come On

    Everybody Come On

    FRIDAY, YOU SAY??? Once everything is organised it'll be back to the routine. — 🧩 Sarah Reeson 📖 Fiction, Non Fiction, Poetry 🧩 (@InternetofWords) November 29, 2019 There is no fear at this point that I won’t want to go back to words once the weekend is done. Everything is working really well, typing out […]

  • Rain is Falling

    Rain is Falling

    FINALLY, a decent night’s sleep. I’d like to spend less time awake, but you can’t have everything ^^ What this week has taught me is that if I want to finally shift the tummy fat, I should be running on an incline. There’s a long way to go in terms of mental toughness, and some […]

  • Personal Jesus

    Personal Jesus

    Saturday. YAY. Done. pic.twitter.com/30VdexA5Ul — 🗿 Sarah Reeson 📝 Writer/Content Creator 🗿 (@MoveablePress) June 21, 2019 The first brace of Southend poems are out in the wild. I’ll add a bunch more over the weekend, but there needs to be some additional photography done in the week to bring parts of the presentation on my […]

  • Something Changed

    Something Changed

    Am beginning to grasp just how significant yesterday was. It's as if my entire brain, tense for about a decade, finally exhaled and let go of a metric tonne of unwanted shit. — 🗿 Sarah Reeson 📝 Writer/Content Creator 🗿 (@MoveablePress) May 19, 2019 This morning all the people that were lost along the way […]

  • Yesterday

    Yesterday

    There's a lovely five minute patch of blue on my heart belt stats where, quite literally, I laid on a bench and had a good cry. I have never been that tired before. This, amazingly, is progress. — 🗿 Sarah Reeson 📝 Writer/Content Creator 🗿 (@MoveablePress) April 25, 2019 An awful lot happened yesterday. So […]

  • Tell Me on a Sunday

    Tell Me on a Sunday

    It is amazing how sometimes, saying stuff aloud can release a phenomenal amount of mental pressure. Undoubtedly yesterday was a bit of that, but became more significant as the day went on. What matters to you individually is undoubtedly largely irrelevant to everybody else, until it becomes apparent how much everybody else has touched you […]

  • Forget Myself

    Forget Myself

    DAY 1: Let’s start the clock again. I had an Orange Club yesterday but, in my defence, there was a VERY good reason. Donation time, here we go. Wanna make a New Year's Resolution? GIVE BLOOD IN 2019 @GiveBloodNHS pic.twitter.com/Iq5jM3Sr2J — 🌊 Sarah 📝 Redefined Metrics 🌊 (@AlternativeChat) December 31, 2018 I wish the Blood […]

  • Flirting with Disaster

    Flirting with Disaster

    DAY 1: Whose bright idea was it to start a diet the week BEFORE Christmas? The reasoning behind this is surprisingly sound: having digested the biometric scale data, it is clear what needs to happen. So, we begin by asking the question: how does this happen, and how do I manage to resist temptation? Well, that’s […]

  • The Name Remains the Same

    pic.twitter.com/4ko36bMYCH — 🌊 Sarah 📝 Shonky [Festive] Hankering 🌊 (@AlternativeChat) December 10, 2018 This week’s already a bit odd, thanks to the addition of a second Blaze class (more on that post tomorrow) and a change in the editing plans. There’s still #Blogmas to knock off, but that will have to happen much later today […]

  • Honesty

    Honesty

    You need to be reading This Third Place. I have ‘rebranded’ my fanzine/chapbook idea for the New Year, and it is going to have a much larger remit. Last night’s info-dump on Arguto has made me think I ought to be working in other places as well as the writing site. I have work, and there […]