That year rolled around faster than ever. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was ruminating about my life and trying to add up my existence and relate it somehow to the celebration of being a woman. This year, I added another female role to my repertoire, that of grandmother, or Nanny, to be … Continue reading A Life Less Ordinary – Thoughts on International Women’s Day
So, March - it's about bloody time. I thought we'd never see the back of February! And I'm not talking about the WiHM promotion - that was great, loved every minute of it. No, I'm talking about all those grey, miserable days, when it was hard to tell the difference between twilight and morning. The … Continue reading Here, Hare, Here – March Arrives and it’s about time.
Today just happens to be Valentine's Day, day of love, romance and...horror! Welcome to another day of Women in Horror 2019 and I'm very happy to announce that today is given over to an author whose love of horror borders on the obsessional - Myself. Yes, today is mine, all mine, I tell you. Cue … Continue reading Welcome to Women in Horror Month 2019 – My Bloody Valentine
More and more often these days, writing is like pulling teeth. It starts out as a niggling sensation, a feeling that something is not right, something's amiss, as if by not writing daily (as was my habit), I have opened up this void, like teasing a loose thread until a hole appears in one's sweater. … Continue reading Forcing the Words and Writer’s Anxiety
Yes, it's been a while hasn't it? Probably the longest between blog posts. Writing is funny like that. Nothing for ages and then a sudden burst of creativity, followed by a flurry of posts, poems, and story ideas. It's a crazy, wonderful process. Which is my way of warning you of the possibility of multiple … Continue reading The Winter of my Content – Backlogs, Catching Up and Baby Joy
Tossing and turning at 3 a.m. The bed is warm, not cosy-warm but fever-warm. The duvet holds me down, traps me as I toss about. And thoughts are black shadows at the edge of my dreaming - repeating as mantras, chanting and chanting until a migraine lurks on the periphery. Forced out of bed, I … Continue reading Restless Sleep, Moon-Dogs and Herbal Tea
It was very quiet on the road, barely a car passed. The sun shimmered through the trees and cows sunned themselves in the pasture, barely acknowledging my passage, their tails lazily flicking flies. The perfect autumn day, the perfect Sunday morning. Again, I took advantage of the slumbering teenagers and left in blissful … Continue reading A Bouquet of Oak Leaves – Autumnal walks
Every night I go to bed, I have this little routine. It's not an annoying routine, like the OCD type ritual of checking under the bed for monsters (used to do this, but it's pointless - they're all in my head 😉 ) or re-locking the front door a million times. I slip between … Continue reading Gratitude – Keeping it real