This is something I’m going to start doing, mostly because I
fancy it, but if anyone asks, it’s to build discipline.
Summer sunshine, (or indeed, any sunshine), the warmth, and the gentle balmy breezes are to be treasured, like gold or rare memories. Most of the time. When it comes to getting solid sleep, warm air and humidity are like little goblins who poke you awake every few minutes. I don’t think I’ve slept a solid night through in weeks. Damn Hotair. Damn Humidity. Warty little, sweaty little, greasy little goblin fuckers, jabbing me while I sleep. Last night was no exception.
Continue reading “Arrival of the Harvestmen”
I just read ‘Sense and Nonsense‘ (in Philosophy: Basic Readings ed. Nigel Warburton) and it really resonated with me. I think it’ll resonate with anyone who’s been reading an overwrought essay – academic or otherwise – and found themselves grinding their teeth and growling ‘what is this person trying to say?’ under their breath. It’s also a nice little manifesto – ‘have something to say and say it as clearly as you can’ is a great aim for any writer.
- Also recommended, though I’m only about 30 pages in.
In November last year, I entered the Terry Hetherington Young Writers Award. Whilst I didn’t win, I’m pleased to say that my short story, Flood Pain, scored highly enough to make it into the prize’s anthology, Cheval 12.
I’m chuffed (understatement). This is the first time I’ll be published as an adult, and I think I’ll be in some very good company.
I haven’t read the winning entries yet, but if previous years’ are any indication, they’re excellent. Congratulations to Eleanor Howe, whose poetry won over all, and Nathan Munday and Cynan Llwyd who won runner up prizes for poetry and fiction, respectively. There’s more info about the prize and the winners, here.
The anthology launches on the 31st May 2019.
Normally I crawl out of bed at about six, six-thirty, sloughing grave dirt and groaning. I hate waking up. I hate getting out of bed. I hate rushing around the morning trying to get ready for work.
This morning I bounded out of bed at five o’clock. It’s been years since I’ve seen five o’clock when the sun is rising, not setting. Continue reading “A Reason to Get Out of Bed”
I loved my week at Ty Newydd. I’m struggling to pin down exactly what about it I loved. It might have been finally being able to spend a week devoted to something I love and nothing else, like meeting in person for a week after years of a long distance relationship, snatching smiles and kisses whenever you can. Maybe it was spending a week with kind, thoughtful peers whose enthusiasm was infectious, and among whom I have to hope there are new friends. Perhaps it was just the food, sunshine and beautiful surroundings. Perhaps a combination of all of them; I don’t think it would have been the same with any of it missing.
Continue reading “Digesting a Week of Writing”