I’ve just come out of a two-day water fast, I’ve got the day off work, and, before I turn back to my gleeful-first-draft-of-a-second-novel, I thought let’s pull something out of the elephant box. I have never been one for pet names. But I am a sucker for an American accent. Any American accent; I am… Read More »Wordgame: Baby
I don’t actually. It’s just that I once had a travel blog, and I decided, because I don’t like coming up with titles, that the titles would just all be song names, and as I was thinking about this blog post, it reminded me of this song title, and so now that is the title.… Read More »I believe in action
Today was a hot day. I think the hottest on record for these here British Isles. And I chose to ride on the Metro – the notoriously outdated, incompetent, delay-ridden public transport service that had just yesterday melted. I could have opted to stay at home. I could have opted to take the car. But… Read More »Overhead lines
The truth is I would use your approval as a proxy for the approval I’m withholding from myself. If you say it’s okay, I can rest easy, ignoring the voice in my own head that says it’s not. It’s easier to win the outside world’s favour than my own – its standards are always lower.… Read More »If I can just explain
I have an unhealthy desire to be understood. Somewhere deep inside, I believe my life depends on everyone else giving me permission to have the perspective I have, to make the choices I make, to live the life I live. And I also believe, every time that permission may be denied, that if I can… Read More »Let me explain
Is anything ever really over? Is there ever a hard line? The closer you look, the blurrier it gets. I’ve always seen in far too many shades of grey for my own good. Clarity is not a natural by-product of my thinking. But there are times in my life I look back on, with the… Read More »The Spiral
There are so many beautiful, brutal, exquisitely illuminating human experiences playing out all over the world every single moment. Sometimes I imagine them, and wonder if they’re real. Sometimes I wonder if all our imaginings are simply us being offered a glimpse of another’s reality. Another being; another time; another world. Would that be more… Read More »Imagining
There is so much to grieve. Who we could have been. Who we’ll never be. What we could have had. What we did have and lost. What we’ve never been, and will never be, even anywhere close to having. There is so much to grieve. And so little time to grieve in. We could live… Read More »Grief
My mobile device of the past three and a half years has been getting a little ornery lately. In its defence, it has been dropped on countless occasions with absolutely no consideration for its wellbeing. But still, the situation was becoming tedious. I convinced myself to hold off on rectifying things with an impulse purchase… Read More »S Pen
A few months ago I did a thing I had vowed never to do. I sent a letter to someone I had promised myself I wouldn’t contact again. I had known for a long time that I was depriving myself of resolution by not attempting contact, but I had been prioritising avoiding the discomfort I… Read More »The Undelivered Letter