Blogs which describe moments in my life, or the lives of my family.
Writing is a solitary and often lonely. Even if you set your laptop up on the corner table of a busy café, you are most likely still writing alone. If you are like me, you are probably sitting alone in front of your computer, in your pyjamas. So, it is
If you think of it, our lives are built on stories. Our stories begin with our birth, our mothers relate tales of various levels of pain in labour; often our details are written down or at least discussed with family and friends, our length, weight, the colour of our eyes,
Yesterday it dawned on me that, if I’m lucky and if my family history is anything to go by, I have perhaps another 30 years on this planet; if I’m not lucky, I could die tomorrow… or today. Thirty years to do all the things I would like to do.
This weekend I discovered what I believe is my optimum time of day to write. I didn’t plan this discovery, it was totally accidental. I’m a creature of habit and routine. I wake up and practice a morning meditation. Then I perform a few exercises while still in bed. My
In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside you. Deepak Chopra I’m learning to be still. It isn’t easy for me. I’m the sort of person who tries to multi-task, who leaps from one thing to another, perhaps not physically but almost always mentally. I will begin writing
“Because memories fall apart too. And then you’re left with nothing, left not even with a ghost but with its shadow.” John Green Part of the rewriting process I’m going through with my manuscript includes writing at least three new chapters, which I must fill with childhood memories of my