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Dancing One Coffee At A Time

Dancing One Coffee At A Time

I don’t like talking about money, because frankly, it’s awkward. I don’t like trying to monetise my blog, because I feel it gives the wrong impression about why I do this whole social media thing, and it’s not because I think I could make a career from rambling about my gender crises and writing struggles. I’ve already talked about money too much this year what with the whole ‘YouTube de-monetised my account‘ thing, and it feels weird to bring it…

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Trigger Warnings For Poetry

Trigger Warnings For Poetry

A reader contacted me this morning to say that after, having enjoyed Fleeting Ink, they were interested in reading Crossroads Poetry and Broken Body Fragile Heart, but that they couldn’t really cope with reading about self harm and therefore weren’t sure whether they’d be able to enjoy the collections. I can totally sympathise with this: at the time that I wrote these poems, reading about self harm probably would have screwed me over too, and the last thing I want…

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A Weird Few Days

A Weird Few Days

Well, it’s been a weird few days. Firstly, I put Fleeting Ink on offer (it’s still free! Until Tuesday, I think, so if you haven’t nabbed it, now’s the time), and had a bunch of downloads. I mean, I don’t think it’s quite edged into double figures yet, but it’s the most interest anyone’s shown in my poetry in a couple of years, so that was exciting. Except it reminded me that I haven’t looked at these poems in… quite…

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A Fleeting Offer

A Fleeting Offer

This is just a quick note to say that my second poetry collection, Fleeting Ink, is currently free on Kindle. This should be worldwide (I checked US and UK and they’re both showing up as free, but I don’t know about other Amazons), so wherever you are, if you’ve been wondering about reading some of my poetry, now’s the time to do it. I haven’t written poetry in a long time. I haven’t written any all year, as far as…

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Buy One Poetry Collection, Get One Free

Buy One Poetry Collection, Get One Free

I feel like it’s now been long enough since I published my poetry collections that most people forget they exist. That’s fair enough. I regularly forget that they exist, too. In the months after I first released Crossroads Poetry, I remember checking KDP every day to see if I’d sold another one, and being disappointed when a week or a month passed and I hadn’t, but those days are long gone. Honestly, I’m not sure I sold any last year…

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Poem-mas Day 4: Self Portrait

Poem-mas Day 4: Self Portrait

Okay. I think I can say with reasonable confidence that this poem isn’t depressing. It’s a matter of opinion as ever, but I think there’s very little in this one that could be construed as miserable in the way the others were. So I count that as a victory. (Confused about what Poem-mas is? Read this post.) That said, my choice of poem today comes with its own problems, namely that there isn’t a lot to explain about it. There’s…

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Poem-mas Day 3: Represent

Poem-mas Day 3: Represent

I decided to give you a more cheerful poem for this third day of Poem-mas (read this post if you have no idea what’s going on here), because I was worried that (a) I’d end up spilling my life story on the blog and (b) you’d all be too depressed to take any further interest in my poetry, which was not the plan. However, while there are some semi-cheerful poems in Crossroads Poetry, I decided to turn to my second…

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The Heart Of Literature

The Heart Of Literature

I’m working on the long ‘finale’ poem for my third collection, and it’s based on ideas I explored in my journal. I’ve been writing daily since September last year, so I’ve got quite a lot to trawl through while I’m writing the poem — it’s taken me several days already, and it’s much slower than normal poems. It doesn’t help that I keep getting distracted by other things that I wrote, and this post was inspired by one of them….

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A Novelist, A Poet, And A Sensible Human Walk Into My Head…

A Novelist, A Poet, And A Sensible Human Walk Into My Head…

I remember reading an interview with Carol Ann Duffy in school last year where she said, “Sometimes when you write a poem, you don’t know if you’re ever going to write one again.” And I thought, “That’s ridiculous. I write poems practically every day.” My friends, I am a fool. I don’t believe in writer’s block. Okay, so some days it feels like pulling teeth, but I can still write. It might be rubbish, but if it’s a first draft,…

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Sampling My Dragons

Sampling My Dragons

This is in many ways a housekeeping and updates post, but stay tuned. It might be interesting nonetheless. — First off, an update on what I like to call Operation ASNAC or, for those new to the blog, “a period of time in which Miriam attempts to pass her A-Levels”. Today I completed my first A2 exam — the French exam I sat a few weeks back was an AS resit. This was English Literature, which at 2 hours and…

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