I’m sitting on the carpet, cleaning ornaments. I would say ‘dusting’ ornaments, but as some of these have been sitting out for many years, ‘dusting’ doesn’t seem to go far enough.
I underestimated the emotional difficulty of sorting Great Aunt’s things. I imagined being quite impartial, not having known her that well, or having spent much time with her. I remember her from when I was young and finding her a little bit austere, but now…
I know her as the lady who had to Continue reading
It’s in the magazines. It’s in adverts between songs on Spotify. It’s in the weight-loss companies’ propaganda. It’s everywhere!
I’m tired of businesses taking advantage of the New Year. Suddenly, everything is about diets and health. Surely if this worked, those companies would be out of business by now.
I’m not saying that everyone who promotes these things Continue reading
I went to the chapel to take down the Christmas decorations. There were six other people helping – they’re all ‘getting on a bit’.
Aside from my struggle with the self-tangling tree lights, it went well. One lady had the unenviable task of sweeping holly off the mildew-covered window ledges. I went around after her and picked up dead leaves from the floor, crawling around (and sometimes underneath) the blue chairs.
The men put away the Continue reading
I used to have a pair of red ankle boots. They broke eventually. Thank you, right foot, for being bigger than my left…
I know that boots are a trivial issue, but I loved wearing them. They always cheered me up. Ever since I resigned myself to the ending of their life, I’ve been keeping my eye out for some new ones.
However, as I said in Continue reading
My writing has been a joyful experience this year. Writing, though in many ways a solitary task, thrives through community, understanding, and shared vision. If I had to name everyone who had been an influence, I would never finish this post! There are a few writerly friends in particular, though, who have been great supporters, editors, and mentors. Continue reading
I did very little creative writing during my teenage years. That was mostly down to fear – fear of failure, fear of looking stupid, fear of finding out that the thing I loved the most wasn’t for me after all. It was also because I couldn’t relate to a part of the process.
I often got the impression that to be a Continue reading
My younger brother and I had a video chat last night. Jonathan was struggling to decide what to include in his art portfolio and to explain the emotions involved in the paintings; he expresses his feelings through images rather than words (an artist, duh!).
Enter Hannah the Writer.
After a long discussion, he showed me the pictures, and I realised what it was that he was trying to convey. It reminded me of part of my recent short story, ‘The Seven Ages of Lone’, and one line in particular. I read it to him.
He looked a little Continue reading