And she is with us. There is often no reason to force the words for they will come. The words often unknown until they are committed to paper. I miss mum. Getting to Carnoustie was hard, we all resisted and dragged our heels, but we are here now. It pains me that she is not... Continue Reading →
For a while, I have been trying, to find within me some semblance of synchronicity and balance. After months of an unintended and sedentary lifestyle my mind feels like it has begun to atrophy along with my body. Now it is September and I must begin to prepare for my return to University after five... Continue Reading →
There are few things more disheartening to a writer than acknowledging and admitting that they are experiencing writer’s block. Yet, this is where I find myself. Once again I am staring at a screen trying to find words to tell a story that I know every minute detail of. Trying though to put the words... Continue Reading →
Hello Lovely People, Since August 2018 I have been studying an HNC in Professional Writing Skills, it has been an amazing course that has transformed not just my skills as a writer but my entire life. All going to plan I start studying at university in September, but before that I need to secure an... Continue Reading →
I feel today like Icarus. Though I found my wings with them I have flown too high, too fast and with no heed to that which lies beneath me. Now as the wax melts, and my feathers float from my arms one at a time. I see each one and acknowledge how far it has... Continue Reading →
Last week I began the transition of 'Forever Distracted by Life' from an infrequently used writing portfolio to a daily posting, collaborative writing space. Up until this morning, my scheduled posts have gone ahead without a hitch, but this morning I dropped the ball. As always the name of my blog makes me smile because... Continue Reading →
One of my favourite places to write, is on the train. Every journey to college, becomes a space to create and in particular poetry. Where do other writers do their writing? Where is the weirdest place you've found yourself writing?
This was the day on which my mother died. On this day, I learned the meaning of pain And though time has passed, this hurt will remain Long after the tears that have fallen dried. I have forgotten, but I cannot hide From truth, anymore than I can from shame. I have lost the one... Continue Reading →