Relationships

The past few days I've been struggling with stomach cramps. hot water bottle and curled up in bed. Writing didn't happen, or at least not much. the hour change was a pain in the ass too. If there was any year we could all collectively ignore British Summer Time it's this one. What does it … Continue reading Relationships

It’s Beginning To Hit Home

I have taken the virus seriously since it began. Not because i'm incredibly altruistic or restrained. I seriously feared for my life due to asthma. I am also privileged because I'm not currently in work, so there were no difficult decisions to make. On wednesday my anxiety reached new peaks. My husband was tired through … Continue reading It’s Beginning To Hit Home

Shaking But Writing

My heart is beating hard. If I let my hands still for a moment they tremble. Stinging eyes, head pounding, stomach cramping and my tongue is thick with white film. These delightful symptoms are all down to the latest batch of steroids. For over a fortnight I've existed on an exhausting jittery energy. I've finished … Continue reading Shaking But Writing

It’s In My Nature

My mood is unpredictable. Extreme lows and hours of lethargy come before obsessive bouts of activity. Its difficult to find balance. Yesterday I began writing a piece for Dear Damsels on the theme nature. The words came in a flurry. laptop on my knees, rain and wind beat at the windows. Dark thoughts colouring each … Continue reading It’s In My Nature

It’s been a hell of a time

Nanowrimo crashed and burned this year. What with an extension making my house unlivable, a chest infection, falling down the stairs and the exestential dread the election brought, writing has been near impossible. Tomorrow is the last writing group of the year and we're having a Christmas party. Living in the sticks with my inlaws … Continue reading It’s been a hell of a time

Pinwheel, Carriage, Scour

Today I worked on a piece for 3elements. Can't say I'm entirely sure i'll get it done on time but it's an enjoyable short story to write nonetheless. The Theme, or rather three themes for this submission are: Carriage, Pinwheel and Scour. So far I have an old woman living in a Burton Wagon with … Continue reading Pinwheel, Carriage, Scour

Write Write Write

I this point I shall finish My novel on 8th January. Not the best. My brain feels like sludge. It's not useful that there's only one room I feel safe to be in. I feel like I'm in a goldfish bowl. Builders visible from every window. The noise is jarring. Hammering from the roof, planks … Continue reading Write Write Write