Who are these crazy dreamers who plug away at something, for hour after hour on their own, believing that one day it will come to something? I am one of them, and although sometimes I feel deluded (!), I know that there is a quiet faith that my writing will see the light of dayContinueContinue reading “Putting Your Work Out There: There You Are, 34 poems about Motherhood”
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What is it really all for anyway?
I was day-dreaming today as I made my way along a Shropshire lane on my way to teach creative writing to some excitable children. What is this really all about I was asking myself, and what am I doing it for? I was imagining that I had achieved all the worldly goals: a house, financialContinueContinue reading “What is it really all for anyway?”
Store it up..
A kernel is sometimes all it takes. A feeling, a word, an image that sums up how we are feeling, a verse from a song. Store them up, write them down. In those years of relentless parenting with three under fives, I often had a feeling, a desire to say something which would be snatchedContinueContinue reading “Store it up..”
Shine Like Stars
So much of my life as a writer has been about waiting. It’s frustrating as a creative outlet in that for a lot of the time, your work has to be validated by someone else for it to appear in print. Even now, there are a few pieces of my work that have been published,ContinueContinue reading “Shine Like Stars”
Letting Go
Sending my novel out to agents feels a curious thing. I have finished at last. I breathe a sigh of relief. I am proud of what I have achieved. But I also find myself stepping back from it. It is its own thing, launched into the inboxes of strangers. I can’t imagine how is perceivedContinueContinue reading “Letting Go”
Uncle John
A very old poem and a kernel for the novel. The smell of the strawberry jam, the decay, the wildness.. The jam thick with whole strawberries hadn’t seemed so wonderful to me at the time. Only now, sitting in my room with morning toast do I feel the loss, as I remember themContinueContinue reading “Uncle John”
Love Poem: Poetry prints by Little Bird Editions
My children exhaust me and bring me to the end of myself but they make me who I am and they were the ones who taught me to love. I have recently launched a collection of prints which are my own hand-letterings of some of my poems about the early years, when everything is aContinueContinue reading “Love Poem: Poetry prints by Little Bird Editions”
Pick Up Your Violin!
When I am reading to my children, I am half-asleep, I am not distracted, my defences are down, and for me that is sometimes the best time to hear God. The latest one is Patrick by Quentin Blake, a tale of wonder and music. You can read the story here: https://archive.org/details/Patrick-Eng-QuentinBlake The message in this amazingContinueContinue reading “Pick Up Your Violin!”
Marianne Williamson on being given permission to shine
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child ofContinueContinue reading “Marianne Williamson on being given permission to shine”
To Lavish
To lavish (def: bestow something in generous or extravagant quantities on). I love the fact that God’s ways are not our ways and that the eternal mysteries of God are something that we keep learning over and over. They don’t naturally make sense to us, we can’t see them coming. In the world, we sayContinueContinue reading “To Lavish”
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