Category: writing
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Permutations of Connection
Lately, I’m unsure what it is I want to share and what it is I want to keep to myself. But I did a talk recently for the Nottingham Writer’s Studio about connection, and the way our writing keeps us connected in a variety of ways. And so I find…
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Reflective surface pumpkin head
A blotchy pumpkin head, ageing and spreading. A bloated bag of wind. A revolting, unappealing mixture of bumps, rolls, and general grossness. That’s what I see in the photos lately, and I hate looking at myself so much it makes my stomach churn and my eyes water. I avoid any…
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Seeing yourself on the page
Twelve years is a long time to do anything. I mean, not every day, but still. The Bold Strokes UK book festival is in its twelfth year. From starting out on a weeknight with a few local authors, this year we have twenty-one authors joining us from all over the…
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Beltane potatoes need love too…
Beltane. Spring. Rebirth. Fertility. Sexy sex. Run off into the forest and commune with nature with your bum in the wind. It’s a grand holiday. But as I age, after a year of Covid related health problems, I find I’m more inhibited (and that’s saying something, given that I was…
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Travel, mojo, lessons
Going back to the old adage of trying a list when thoughts won’t come any other way: Lockdown has lifted and life feels almost normal again. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I liked hermiting. I’m feeling better. Mostly. I’m really lucky. In pretty much every way. I…
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What are you planting?
Rebirth After a tough 12 months, being able to walk amongst the snowdrops and jonquils was a spring blessing. Tiny leaves sprouted from budding willows, little ferns were waving into warm air, and dark ivy was taking on a bright new sheen. I took lots of deep breaths, filling my…
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Out of Plato’s Cave
It’s my one year anniversary. Which is far less exciting than most one year anniversaries. It’s a year almost to the week that I came down with the coronavirus. And today I received my vaccination so I don’t get it again, and so I don’t have it and pass it…
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No talking, please.
Today’s word of the day is Confabulate. Meaning: to chat informally. It’s a perfect word for today. Mostly because I don’t have any desire to confabulate with anyone except my wife. Not my best friend, not anyone. Not on the phone, not on zoom, not on FB. It wasn’t like…
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No talking, please.
Today’s word of the day is Confabulate. Meaning: to chat informally. It’s a perfect word for today. Mostly because I don’t have any desire to confabulate with anyone except my wife. Not my best friend, not anyone. Not on the phone, not on zoom, not on FB. It wasn’t like…
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It takes a village
It can be incredibly hard to ask for help. And in times when lots of people are hurting, even more so. But if anything, the pandemic and climate ravages have shown that community does come together to help those in need. So I’m hoping that will be the case now.…
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