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Action!

I prefer my words written. It lets me have them organised; at least by the time you see them. If I can’t practice what I’m going to say, I’m a bit scared to say it. Until I hear it, I don’t quite know what it’ll be. Sometimes it’s genius. Sometimes it’s madness. Mostly it’s just… Read More »Action!

Shy bairns

There’s a saying round these parts: Shy bairns get nowt. If you don’t ask for it, you won’t get it. A friend of mine changed it to shy bairns get plenty. I like it. It speaks of a satisfaction with life, and an acceptance of self, that I appreciate. But I also think I disagree.… Read More »Shy bairns

Blanket inhibition

I attended a writers’ talk this evening and, while I was listening, a few questions bubbled up that I wanted to ask. But the time for questions didn’t come until the end. By which point I’d forgotten all but one, and I was second-guessing whether it was relevant, whether it was a question that would… Read More »Blanket inhibition

Intrusive

An inconsequential thing happened today that my mind refuses to let go of. My son and I went to a National Trust estate for the day, and along one of the boundaries was a field full of horses. Before heading home, we went and sat overlooking them to have a drink and a snack. There… Read More »Intrusive

The thawing process

Once Upon A Time, I visited Iceland. It was originally a trip planned with my boyfriend after we found out I was pregnant. A miscarriage and a break-up in the months preceding meant that it was a somewhat different prospect by the time it arrived. I could have cancelled (I had hardly any money, so… Read More »The thawing process