Monthly Archives: September 2013

The First Thing I Did this Morning


This was the first post I picked up online this morning, it is only 10 Questions, I thought I would give it a go. People pay a lot of money for this type of analysis and as I am currently selling myself to jobs it is good to know that I know what my strengths really are.

I scored 41 – 1 away from the ‘meaning of life, the universe and everything’…

Have a go – see what it reveals or confirms about you.thai 6

Dr Phil

PS if anyone can give me a quick tutorial on embedding links into posts, I’d appreciate it!

Clear Space to Write


Clear space to write, get all those niggling jobs done before you sit down to create.

My new method of time management is working well – except it is past lunchtime and I haven’t had breakfast! (Didn’t schedule that in to the video list.) A productive morning of sorting out a whole heap of life/ paperwork things that have been on the back burner since the summer.

I am only part way through, but for a 1st day trial it does seem to work quite well. I always said I needed a manager. Bit crazy that it is a video version of me. But still, nothing wrong with crazy.

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I am also dedicating part of the day to the writing schedule, preparations for Inkspill (writing retreat), writing poetry for submission, some editing and a few character writes to support my final attempt at writing the short story before next weekend’s deadline.

Getting all the chores and things that stay inside your head and nag at you when you hope to be creative is a great way of clearing the mind ready for writing.

I have also received confirmation that the final checks are being made on my paperwork, so before the end of this week I hope to be able to start earning again. Yes please, especially as I spent my savings on furniture this weekend… and I have secured 2 jobs in 3 days – whoop, whoop for striving, leaping and trusting.

‘Money will flow’

‘Writing will flow’


Happy Writing

A New Method of Time Management


This isn’t a new technique, but it is new to me. I read about it this weekend and have such a long to do list tomorrow I am going to try it out.

Instead of writing a to do list, record your list with gaps. Then play it back one task at a time and complete each in turn.

Sounds simple. Let’s hope it works.

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A New Writing Opportunity


fs fireworksNine months in this writing skin and we are getting there… ‘cooking on gas’ now. I have learnt the art of self-promotion, or at least I am learning. It is bringing back memories of my time as a Performance Poet and my previous attempt at being a freelance writer. I am more secure in my words than I was before but funnily enough often feel less confident than the dynamic young 20 year old me ever did.

September has seen that ‘gas’ go up a notch and I am convinced that it all relates to the thoughts I had back in August. When after seven months of dabbling cross genre I decided it was time to buckle down with a serious focus. As poetry has always been ‘my bag’ and is the genre that holds the longest list of publishing credentials from back in the day when I used to be a writer, this is where I decided to plant my feet and start,

Since then I have found opportunity after opportunity. Site after site. Event after event and met some truly lovely people – all poet’s are – apart from the cantankerous, drunk ones! ūüėČ When I took my four hour round trip to Oswestry for the Writers’ Network Meeting, I sat there listening to Ian Billings and Simon Thirsk and felt inspired. I scribbled notes in my trusty writing notebook and had a billion conversations with myself in my head.

I nearly advertised INKSPILL and I wish I had been brave enough as people mentioned open mic nights and Stanza meetings, I was on the cusp of putting my hand up and then bottled it. I did mention it to everyone I mingled with afterwards.

One thing I did do was pluck up enough courage (I had plenty in reserve from not advertising Inkspill to everyone in the room!) to talk about my future plans and how I might be able to offer my experience of writing to others. (All a bit cryptic I know, but I don’t want to announce it until it is a signed deal and all official.) I have just received an email of acceptance and about to start the induction process on this new writing opportunity and I couldn’t be more excited!

Ask and you will receive.

Be brave.

Go for it.

You never know where it will lead!




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One week ago I found out about Stanza groups. Writing groups for poets run by members of The Poetry Society.

A week later, thanks to the generosity of Ian Glass, I attend my first meeting along with Claire Walker, Maggie Doyle and others.

It was a fantastic night organised by Fran who is fairly new to Stanza herself. We even had Jenny Hope (& her cat and daughter) on Skype.

It was an inspirational evening and I received sound advice for improving my writing.

Check out your local Stanza group, it is a great place to start. I for one can’t wait for¬†the next meeting. I shall look forward to selecting or writing my next poem.

Hotdogs, Furniture and Poetry


A trip to a famous Swedish Furniture store, a mini adventure (Mr G can make anything fun!) Рit began with hotdogs and then walking around the store in the opposite direction to the arrows. And the first thing I saw (we had gone there for furniture after careful online research for weeks) were some lovely notebooks, I need a new A4 one for 2014 and they had A5 too. Loved the fact they were the first things into the bag.


We managed to buy all the pieces we wanted Рeven got the last two shelves in the collection area. The local paper came complete with a £10 off voucher, which has helped pay for delivery, I doubt we could have fitted it all into my tiny car.

We now have some scrummy scented candles and jars of various sizes, air tight and ready for pickling our allotment produce next year. I bought more storage boxes for a unit I  bought new for my apartment years ago, some funky ice-cube trays, a delicately lace designed plant pot for my cactus (which is growing like a beauty in our garden but will appreciate the warmth of the house come the winter (which feels like it has already arrived) and a cushion for my garden chair.


We treated ourselves to take-away, which was lucky because I had no time to cook or wait for Mr G to cook tea. I was due out to my first Stanza meeting – Poetry Society Poets. It was a great night and I received useful feedback and was able to help with a few ideas too.


So once again – I am on a bit of a high after spending the evening with poets.

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Blogtember Catch Up – Memories

Tuesday, September 17: A memory you would love to relive.
I would love to relive the memory of my first trip to San Francisco. I found this city captured my heart straight away. A place I could easily live in and certainly enjoyed visiting.
Exploring the city made me feel alive. I felt comfortable. I felt like I could set the world on fire – and I would love to relive this initial dance with the city.
I have been lucky enough to revisit the city several times since and each visit has been filled with spectacular experiences, but nothing can compare to those feelings I experienced the first time.
San Francisco – the playground of my heart.


Blogtember Catching Up – Love Letter

Monday, September 16: Write a public love letter to someone in your life. (It doesn’t necessarily need to be romantic.)
I found this challenge immensely difficult – to make something so private, so public.
Even though you couldn’t tell me, you guided me and for that I will always be grateful. You the first person I met with a handle on what was happening. Having experienced it yourself when your dad was dying.
This tiny morsel of hope, served with understanding.
You weren’t the only one. But apart from people close to me, you were the first. It is because of you and your vibrancy that I never called in. It is because of you that I tried¬†an alternative – Hypnotherapy (I would highly recommend).
When I needed someone onside, you were there. Door always open – just like your mind.
Kindred spirits. You knew more about me in a few weeks than people I had known for years had found out, you peeled back the layers straight away and saw the light shining through the cracks.
Thank you

Interviews, Poems and Lunch


This morning’s interview seemed to go well (fingers crossed), love it when perfect fit opportunities come my way… maybe it is the start of things going right, that would be a deserved reward!

It is true what they say- positive thoughts and positive thinking bring other things into your world to be positive about. Having said that I noticed as I got out of the car someone has scraped my bumper and left a nifty gash, a lorry driver came to the door the other day and asked me to move my car over – looks like he may have a crashing attempt first – although I would have expected a bigger impact from a HGV. Maybe it was just a neighbour or parent on a school run. Run they have. That’s the front and back now that have been attacked and left! GRRRRR ….


Today I am having the rare treat of lunch with Mr G – we were supposed to be planting tulips but the rain may dampen our plans (see what I did there?).

I am also scheduled to write and submit poetry which according to my self imposed action plan should already have been submitted! I have joined the local Stanza group and prepared a poem this morning to take to my 1st meeting tomorrow. Butterflies. But I know it will great and I will come home packed with the same adrenalin as last weekend and it is a good test to see whether members of the Poetry Society agree with me about the quality of my writing.

So an evening of words lies ahead of me. There was a meeting for a local Literature Festival I hoped to attend in the city later, it doesn’t seem that it will be on the cards. This morning has already zapped me of strength and energy!

And there was a POETRY FLASHMOB which I really liked the sound of today. It happened 10 minutes ago in Central England, would have loved to be a part of it am hoping there is some sort of footage available online. This was to mark the opening of a Poetry Festival. Poor things will be wet now after that stunt. Hope they had a good turn out.

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I slide my sore feet out of their imprisoned status,

smart shoes.

Tight and unforgiving.



Slip, slip

out of interview clothes.

The restrictive lines,

The brightly coloured image

of an arty creative

covered up by formal black.

Compulsory uniform.



Painted smile released

as I drag denim over my legs,

the comfort of a big, winter jumper

drops over my head.



I look into the mirror