With a baby and a three year old, I found it almost impossible to get out of the door looking anywhere as near polished as I used to. In fact, some days, I really did resemble someone who had been sleeping rough for a few nights. I couldn’t understand how some women could turn up with four or five children and look as if they had just walked out of a beauty salon. I wrote this poem on a particularly bad day when a large part of me was grieving the pre-baby me. Continue reading I was quite “Trendy” . . . once!
I am so very glad that I am lucky enough to no longer be part of the rat-race . . .
It’s here, the dreaded Friday night,
the ‘home for weekend’ weekly fight.
A queue is stretching car by car.
I am not getting very far.
There are times when British weather really gets me down . . . but without it, what an earth would we talk about?
It’s crazy, I seem to be spending far more time on Twitter than on my actual writing – it’s like Facebook on speed. And totally addictive! It munches up the hours as effectively as a ravenous Pac-Man (now I am showing my age!).
And all, if I am completely honest, because I would love as many people as possible to read my debut novel, ‘Never Again’ when I self-publish on Kindle in the Spring. And whilst the process of writing itself has many fulfilling moments, there is nothing more wonderful than someone getting pleasure from reading the very words I have spent months slaving over.
I discovered that I was intolerant to wheat several years ago. It made grabbing a quick lunch in Reading almost impossible, unless you were lucky enough to come upon the one variety of sandwich offered by Starbucks before the limited stock ran out.
And THEN . . . Nibsy’s arrived (Hurrah!). Everything, but EVERYTHING is gluten free and DELICIOUS, and as a bonus, the café is beautiful and the staff are friendly.
So it is a Tuesday morning, with a pot of tea (Redbush – caffeine makes me jittery . . .) by my side. What better time to release my precious, nurtured submissions into the ether to be poked and prodded and examined by a number of literary agents (do you hear that rattle quaking in my boots?)?
So I must stop procrastinating and get to it.
Fingers crossed ….. !
News Flash: One reject before the day was out . . . never mind – plenty to go!
I still hold out a glimmer of hope for the remaining sample chapters waiting (im)patiently on the literary agents’ desks.
Toes crossed ….. !
When our 20 week ‘Write a Novel’ course finished a few years ago, eight of us from the course set up a writing group. We arranged to meet up in December (me hosting) with the intention of reading our festive flash-fiction pieces.
I was amazed when BBC Year of the Artist published this poem on their website.
I’m “mum”, and I’m rushing to get out on time
I’m wiping a nose as I run
I’m rubbing a bruise and making a drink
And trying to make it all fun
Well, this is my very first post on my very own, in the process of being designed website – who’d have thought?