I forgot that 2021 was my Year of Remembering. The leaves have fallen, the year half done, and finally it has dawned on me. At the beginning of each year, I usually write something to get things started, usually about the possibilities that the latest theme might bring. But not this year. It could haveContinue reading “I forgot”
Black spots appeared, first on one leaf, then another. It doesn’t like it here and wants a second opinion. I consult and am advised that the bathroom is too humid for a monstera plant. It doesn’t matter that its the right size. Its taken years to finally acquire one and now I’m about to killContinue reading “It’s not writer’s block; it’s boredom”
It’s an unusual state I find myself in – needing to re-read a book just finished. It feels like a book I could learn from because it’s a book about reading and about writers who read. As I flick through the pages, assessing – remembering – each chapter, I pick a random paragraph. Read it.Continue reading “The Details”
I borrowed some questions from an interview and liked where they took me.
The book is permanently open. It won’t close. It’s stuck. I could force it by stacking it under something heavy. The book is my bullet journal. I started it in January as part of my Year of Less Distractions because the man in the video said it would help reduce distractions. Does it? Yes, butContinue reading “Mid-year review of distractions”
The phone needs charging and I’m in a fit of the humdrums. I look over to the bookshelf and ask if there’s anything there to entice me? With this house being so drafty, I haven’t been game to bring my books out of storage – a fear justified by last summer’s dust storms. On topContinue reading “The road in context”