Short Story: Why I Killed Ian Rankin

We wait with bated breath. Great, I can’t even get through the first sentence without a cliché. Cut! Bated breath…annoying expression really. I’m not even sure it’s the right one. Google informs me that it means ‘to hold one’s breath due to suspense, trepidation or fear.’ Hmm, that sounds a bit negative for the excitement I’m feeling. And now I’ve committed the crime of going off on a tangent. Focus, Hannah!

Glasgow, May 22nd 2019, St George’s Tron Church. (There, I’ve rooted you in time and place. You’re welcome.) It’s my first writing award ceremony. Ian Rankin, the evening’s host, makes a Continue reading

Staring into Space

Monday 17.2.20

I’m tired today.

We all get busy and stressed – it’s difficult to avoid – but personally, I’m inclined to make myself even busier than I need to be. I sometimes forget that down-time is as important, if not more important, as ‘getting things done’. Without down-time, we can’t function properly. We end up in a spiral of fatigue and then…well…guilt from not ‘getting things done’.

I’m learning that it’s not a moral duty to Continue reading

Hannah’s Wild Side and the RibRide

Wednesday 15.1.20

I headed out for a crisp January walk with my friend Rach, intending to have a stroll under Menai Bridge and around Church Island while the sun still shone. As we passed RibRide, Rach (who works there) said, ‘I just want to check who’s working today.’

It was another friend of ours, Jo Quinney, who saw us before we were even through the door and said, ‘You’re going on a boat!’

I hadn’t seen Jo since last May and this is how she greeted me! I said, ‘Um, HELLO,’ quickly followed by, ‘Yeah, sure.’

A few minutes later, we were sporting ‘boiler suits’, thick gloves and goggles, and hanging on for dear life on Continue reading

Short Story: The Question About Sadness

‘Mummy, what’s the saddest story that’s ever happened to you?’

She gripped my hand so tightly that I could hardly feel my fingers. The harbour was quiet at that time of morning, tourists not yet crowding the quay and businesses only just starting to rise and stretch. Occasional banging of bins. Kitchens clattering. Men in orange jackets bent over the drains, blank-eyed and yawning.

‘Hmm, I’m not sure about that.’

‘Tell me.’ Continue reading

Why I Like Getting Older

On my recent 26th birthday, I commented, ‘I like getting older. It’s nice.’ One of my friends, Linda Panek, suggested I write a blog post about it. Her wish is my command.

It’s something I considered writing several years ago, because I get happier with each year that passes. It can be difficult to tell sometimes, as I’m an emotionally turbulent person, but it’s broadly speaking true! I’ve always felt older than I am and that creates a lot of confusion. It’s all very well saying ‘don’t wish your life away’, but honestly, it’s nice to grow into the age I feel.

In 2017, my mum Continue reading

Maybe You’re Doing Okay

I’m not making any New Year’s resolutions.

I don’t want to focus on potentially unobtainable goals. I have a continuing fascination with routines though – it’s little habits, little changes, that ultimately make the biggest difference. Even then, there’s plenty which falls by the wayside. That’s life. A big push in January won’t help (me).

The year has had many positives. My seizures are under control and I’ve only had 3 migraines! I’m in a glorious Continue reading