“Pace yourself,” they said in the smoking tent. “Don’t feel you have to do everything.” I’ve spent the past week at Swanwick Writing School, an annual event taking place in the tranquility of the Derbyshire countryside. I didn’t pace myself. There’s a wall of exhaustion that kicks in somewhere around Tuesday evening. It hits everyone,… Continue reading Reflections on Swanwick
I’ve always loved words. I was one of those children who read everything. I’d read the words on the cereal boxes and whisper them so I could sense how they felt. Riboflavin. Thiamin. Magnesium. I wondered a little about what they meant, and I loved the familiarity of seeing them every day. I’d make little… Continue reading My Relationship with Words
It feels a bit self-indulgent to be picking out lots of my own pieces to mark the year, but doing just that is one of Mama Kat’s prompts for this week so I kind of had to join in. I bought this domain name on New Years Eve last year, although I didn’ t make… Continue reading My Posts of the Year
I don’t have one particular quiet place any more. I have a little office at home, but it’s become messy and in need of a good tidy and I’ve lost the ability to concentrate in there any more. Most of my other places are places that I share with Mike. I sometimes crave… Continue reading My Quiet Place
For “Creative” (128 of 365) A dusty, rusty, beautiful old typewriter; a special find from our Clumber Park visit at the weekend.
These are the things that I’d pass on to someone starting a blog for the first time (with a little note somewhere that I’ve not been very good at following them all myself…). 1 :: Use WordPress.com to start with. It’s neater than Blogger, for both the writer and the reader. There’s less opportunity to… Continue reading Tips for a New Blogger
Many years ago, when blogging was just a fringe activity and friends repeatedly told me that online social networks would never really catch on, I used to write fairly regularly on blogger and livejournal. The blogosphere was remarkably small in comparison to now and I was a very tiny part of the edges of it. … Continue reading Coming Back. Squirming.