I like getting a do-over, a second bite of the apple, another go, and it means you can look at what went wrong last time. But sometimes, sometimes, there are things that are so ingrained that you do them again. I hoover every other day or so, but every time I mean to move that… Continue reading The do-over
Category: Poetry
Unravel
It hangs just covering part of my hand Tickling and annoying. I watch it for a time and then I can't help it. Pinching it I pull. At first nothing seems wrong, It unravels... That piece of string becomes a rope. It twists up in my hands Knots and plaits Until I can't see what… Continue reading Unravel
Label
What's in a label? Am I an artist or a writer or an illustrator? What am I? Does it even matter? Should I be more confining in what I do so that I can become just one thing? I'm anglo indian, but I'm not. I'm a writer, but also an artist, and an illustrator. I… Continue reading Label
Writing
Some write to silence. Others to the radio. Me? I write to music. Adelle Mumford and sons Will Young Nickelback Anything that suits the mood. My taste in music? Is my own.
Today…
I have been digging. Getting ready for the cabbages. Lots of mud... And now I ache.
Shopping dilemma
Went to the shops today for a canvas... Came back with a bed spread. Not even I can work that one out.
Let it go…
Slam that door! Go on! Put all your self-doubt in there... That room where the walls can't be seen, the one you never visit. Mine is metal. Can't be opened without a key and I through it away ages ago. In there I put the doubts the bullies the name-callers and finger pointers. I've also… Continue reading Let it go…
My space
I have a workshop where I write. It's a box that is warm in the winter and cool in the summer. Shelves cover one wall and art adorns the sides. A window sits but you can't see out. Instead the cool green of young trees filter the light. A sofa takes up the far wall,… Continue reading My space
Editing….
If only I could write without needing an edit... *sigh* I hate editing. But the first 8 chapters of the next book needs working on. So I'm going in. I may be a while. Perhaps I need tea first. Is that an avoidance strategy? Possibly. But tea always helps.
Time
I never have enough of it. But at night I lie awake fraught with worries... Do I draw? Do I write? What should I draw? What should I write? But then as the sun rises I see that it doesn't matter as long as I do one or the other. Smiling, I get up and… Continue reading Time
Kate Murray - Cleaver 