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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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Progress And Distractions

Progress And Distractions

It’s been nearly a week since I told you I was rewriting the first Death and Fairies book, so I figured it was time for a progress update. Consistency I’m a fast writer, but I’m also an inconsistent writer. Sure, I can write 5,000 words in an hour, but I’ll only write for one hour, and then I might not write again for a couple of days. Part of this is due to my wrists — some days I have…

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Writing Again

Writing Again

So, I’m writing again. A couple of years ago, that wouldn’t have been news, since I used to adopt a policy of moving straight onto a new project as soon as I finished one. But 2017 has been a bit of a rubbish year for writing. In fact, a few weeks ago I found myself trying to remember if I’d written anything at all, since I didn’t have a 2017 subfolder in my writing folder at all. Then I remembered…

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Back Online

Back Online

Cornwall turned out to have very little internet. It also lasted a day longer than I expected, due to a detour to visit family friends that my parents managed to forget to tell me about. I’m finally home, though, after a very long stationary tailback on the M25 that left us all sweltering (our car doesn’t have working air-con anymore), and reacquainting myself with the world of functioning WiFi. Pictures will follow, including the disappointing results of spending a really…

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You Can’t Edit A Blank Page

You Can’t Edit A Blank Page

One of the lies I was told about Cambridge before I started was that although the terms were extremely intense, they were short, and therefore I would have plenty of time to recover in the holidays before I had to do it all again. It’s true that the terms aren’t long, compared to many universities and definitely compared to school. We have eight weeks of teaching at a time, and then substantial breaks. But there is no time to recover,…

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Blame My Dissertation

Blame My Dissertation

I haven’t been sleeping as much as I’d like recently. I probably still sleep more than the average person; it’s still the Easter break, I’m still fatigued, and I don’t often get up before noon. But I’m not sleeping well. I find it difficult to drop off, however late it is when I go to bed; a lot of that’s to do with anxiety, and I’ve had some significant panic attacks lately, though I’m not certain why. Even once I…

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Writing To Live

Writing To Live

I was getting the itch to write the other day. I always get it at inconvenient times, like during exams or when my hands are not physically working or, like now, when I have three essays due in the space of a week and my shoulder is in spasm so I can’t lift my left arm or turn my head properly without severe pain. It creeps up on me and it can’t be ignored, because it takes over my thoughts…

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What’s In A Name?

What’s In A Name?

I’ve been struggling with names this week. I mean, I’ve also been struggling with the fact that I have two essays and dissertation work to do this week, when my doctor has just informed me that the horrendous headache I can’t get rid of is in fact a migraine and I want to do nothing except curl up in bed and pretend my head doesn’t exist until it goes away, but names have been on my mind. Mostly the fact…

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