What are three objects you couldn't live without? A pen. A pencil. A sketchbook. With those I can create and work. With those I can disappear into another world. With those I can stim. With those I can live. I can smile. I can cry. I can laugh. I can write. I can draw. A… Continue reading THE THREE
Tag: poetry
The do-over
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
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
Why I draw…
I have a secret. Actually, it is an old one. It has to be. You see I've been doing it for ages, even in public... I do it on the grass, in my workshop, in front of my family, in front of strangers. And all anyone says is - wow. That's good. Or - I… Continue reading Why I draw…
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.
Thinking…
I have been thinking about writing a bit of poetry. It isn't my forte but lately I have been feeling the urge... At the same time there has been an opportunity to write some screenplays. That isn't my comfort zone at all. So I guess for the next week or so I'm going to step… Continue reading Thinking…
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.
Kate Murray - Cleaver 