My first freewrite since the course started. Lets forget it’s now Week 4.
Today I spent most of my time having a good spring clean. It was while I was dragged all my cupboards out that I found it. I really did not have much time to stop and ponder over anything. I needed to focus. […]
I seem unable to write at the moment. I have worked the whole of the past weekend and the previous 2 Sundays as overtime and I think it has took it’s tole. We had to write a piece of fiction for our first online tutorial. Already 1 day past the deadline, I got home last […]
Adoption confirmed.
Wagging tail, shatters my heart
Falling to pieces
When the thoughts in his head quietened, and the whirlwind of work clutter faded from his mind, he thought of her. She drifted stealthily into his vision without any prior consent. It would be seconds of a day dream later that realisation came and he would attempt to snap himself back into reality. It wasn’t […]
A hiding flower
stands tall amongst the grasses
Beauty magnified
How quick I am to capture a scream, to busily record its energy and resonance. How quick the electric flows from heart to hand, when internal conflict pulses through me.
but…
When the shadows are so loud, who listens to the light. Where is my pen when the mountains loom high, when my feet tread through their […]
Elusive thoughts swirl around my cluttered mind.
I grasp at them but find nothing but corruption
A blank page stands before me, pulling like a magnet
I have nothing to give, nothing comes, the pressure builds
My town becomes acquainted with the darkness of dusk
Street lights spring up one at a time, lighting their patch
I am a street light […]
I cannot deal with it anymore. I cannot analyse it anymore. I cannot walk back through the memories, making a film out of this one story. My fingers will not hold the camera, my eyes will not focus on the subject. I cannot watch the smiles of the past, knowing how the story ends. […]
I have not the command of words to translate the feelings that run through me at this current moment. I can try as I may to sculpt them into passable text but I dare not play with the words, lest their true raw meaning be lost. I feel alone as much as I ever have. […]
My second attempt at morning pages - an extract is below. I am not sure I am getting any value from them yet. I am trying?
Morning pages is my snooze time. How can I not despise them. The buzzer sounds, I curse the day I ever heard of morning pages. A sleep course, that’s what […]
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