A mum, a friend to many and I love to explore dark themes and taboos in my writing. I am an optimist with a dark side... enjoy!
Learning to be a left-handed brain in a right-handed world
As a child, I was often told off for daydreaming, or for appearing not to listen, particularly at school. Actually, my brain was incredibly active, and I was acutely aware of what was going on around me.
Through hell and high
There is something wrong with the water. I don't know that I can accurately make that statement, I don't know for sure that it is true. I understand in all probability that I can't really trust my reality, or my mind. I could well be going insane.
So I wrote a book about control...
So I got so angry, as a 41 year old woman in the UK who genuinely has felt frightened to be a woman, has even felt shame because of it, especially after the recent kidnappings and murders of several women, that I decided to do something about it. I wrote a book detailing every controlling behaviour I had ever experienced, within unhealthy relationships.
She felt a million eyes gaze upon her in the ring. Spotlights and camera lights flashed before her eyes, as she prepared for the performance of a lifetime. She adjusted her peacock-feather eye mask and shut her eyes for a second, to take in the adrenaline burst and channel it into beauty and grace.
Barry Island, Wales - you have our heart
I've always been over-awed by the sea, by the beach, ever since I was little. I always felt an affinity, a serenity once I was within hearing range of the roaring waves, and within seeing range of that beautiful endless blue.
The writer who couldn't write
“Shitting shit it!” She found herself gesticulating wildly at the laptop, hands open, pleading with the blank screen. She was trying to write, and nothing was coming out. She’d walk around all day with crazy, random creativity popping into her head and out onto pages, and now this last week; nothing. Radio silence.
I was generally a good kid, I'd say. But I guess like most children in the 80's, I had my moments, and could be a right little shit. Especially when I got mixed up with a 'bad' crowd; they weren't too bad really, but next to my sheltered childhood, they were absolute terrors, and my parents tried on several occasions to get me to stay away from them.
How we can all stay sane and connected during covid
I don't know about you, but I'm feeling quite nuts at the moment. Whether it's mostly coincidence or not, I kind of feel as if my mental health, and indeed our mass mental state as a nation, as a human race, will never quite be the same again.
I am in his bubble, and he is in mine
"Oh, for God's sake!!" My pile of magazines go flying off the edge of the sofa, when I accidentally kick them with my foot. It's only a small annoyance, but it's one too many annoyances tonight. I reach to pick them all up, then re-position myself across the sofa, propped up with cushions, half sprawled and feeling fairly relaxed, considering.