Reaching for someone lost is like the sensation in your dreams when all of a sudden you become aware that you don’t recognise where you are. Like the nature of your reality is suddenly entirely alien. You hold your hand out, call out, look out over the garden, expecting a space to be filled, an… Continue reading Phantom.
This is for someone as warm as the sun. For years now I’ve been desperately trying to curate myself into a garden. So far I’ve only managed a few weeds, one or two spring blooms that lived short, bright lives, before they died. I tend to the patches of earth, unreliably and clumsily. And sometimes… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #14: ‘Something To Give’
This year, I try to hold you tight, cradle you softly but steadily. I don't want to let you fall. You came to me first, in 1914. Crammed in. Pushed. Bent, broken. I tried to make room for you. Sad souls. Tired, wasted and wasting. When you finally fell, under the heat, I took you… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #13: Those Lost To The Earth.
This week I thought I'd talk a little bit about that other thing I kind of do but am a little terrible at keeping up: writing a novel. Just recently Patrick Ness - one of my favourite writers - tweeted (you should 100% follow him) saying that he never writes more that 1500 words a… Continue reading (A Late) Writing On Wednesdays #9: An Attempted Novelist.