Monthly Archives: April 2015
Where will Zed take me?
It came in a bright yellow wrapper and smelt divine; the lettering carved on one side and my challenge had been to lather it up so much, the lettering would smooth out and disappear, untraceable by my fingertips. The Zest soap bar would begin life in my childhood bathtub hard and finish up creamy and […]
My Yoghurt Pot Mash-up
I love yoghurt, especially the creamy and smooth kind. I can’t be doing with the plain, natural yoghurts. There has to be something in it: fruit, specifically and not stuck at the bottom, that’s lazy; why isn’t it mixed up? On the side in a fiddly tray? Nope, but I do love stirring, watching the […]
Xi – the panic post
X….. panic… panic. Why didn’t I do XYZ first, get them over with and not be left staring at the useless letter. Or is it? Where does X originate from? One moment, please….. Okay, I’m back. It’s Greek, except they borrowed it from the Phoenicians, the forgotten civilisation, and it’s derived from the letter Samekh. […]
The Wrecking Ball
I was going to entitled this post Writer’s Block, but decided it was too negative. It happens. Today, I added to my work in progress and the words flowed, but this blog post dried up several times in my head, unwritten and the clock ticking. Somebody told me to begin every day writing a few […]
Vitality.
Am I the only one who finds writing vital? It brings vibrancy to my life; vivacity and vigour like no other activity, except when I play music. Fed by my vivid imagination, I venture into a vacuum and fill it with my voice, my views, my vitality. Such verve is undiminished by darkness, unless I […]
Uniquely me
There’s always a fear lurking in my mind that I might plagiarise. When I compose on the piano, I wonder if I’m simply reproducing a song or tune I once heard a long time ago – an accidental case of unintentional copying. I dismiss this brief anxiety with the reminder I am unique. I’m the […]
On the writing road
It’s amazing how often my writer’s block clears the moment I’m driving a car. It’s as if a fog lifts and the words come tumbling forth, desperate to be anchored to a fixed point in my mind. Unfortunately, I’ve no means to capture them. On a train, plane or boat, I have the opportunity to […]
Tell me a Story
The word storytelling says it all. A story on its own is lost, telling it to others makes it found. As a child I loved listening to Jackanory. A TV show that was broadcast every week day for about 15 minutes. One book, split into sections and read aloud by a celebrity, usually an actor. […]
Bring on the Romance
I’ve often wondered why Amazon splits Romance off as a separate entity under books. There is literature and fiction, lots of non-fiction categories, then Romance, plus Science Fiction, YA and Mystery and Suspense, all get hived off. Does that mean fiction doesn’t include them, which is odd, because it does include Erotica?! I would love […]
My daughter and the letter Q
This post was written by my ten year old daughter, who loves writing stories and recently submitted her 500 word story to a national competition. My mum asked me to write this post on the letter Q (because she couldn’t think of anything). I am going to do it about two things: questions and […]
The Quiet Writer 