Wow. I actually managed to ruin three of my autumn/winter jackets at the same time, plus several T-shirts, jeans and sweaters. Our dryer seems to have switched from thermostat-controlled settings to a simple on/off function, with ‘on’ being the equivalent of ‘blow-torch’. As a result, a substantial part of my wardrobe is now doll-size. Which …
After Mum
I’ve been putting this off – too personal, too close. Then again, I committed to Real & True when I started this blog: uncensored, straight from the heart. So, this is about life without Mum, about grieving, and about the concept of home. Grieving is such a weird process. The poet John Roedel likens it …
The dreaded ‘A’ word
Calling all free-floating freelancers/creatives: How the heck do you deal with the absence of deadlines? Because I have to tell you, I’m struggling. I’m all good with setting deadlines when I’m under contract for someone else, for example when I take on a book translation, which I subdivide into manageable chunks, each with their own …
Sticks
I’ve been thrashing about for the best part of a week. I thought that things would be clear and focused now that my first ‘real’ book is out, plus the new website, the blog, the Facebook page – but instead I am more confused than ever. What is there to blog about, to write about? …
Joy and The Power of Affirmation
Repeat after me: Only good things lie before me, and my life is full of joy. How do you feel saying that? Like a fraud – ‘full of joy’ my aching butt! My life sucks! Or as though it's just meaningless babble – blablabla how's that going to help me pay the bills / face …
Morning has broken
Here’s my ideal morning routine: I wake up early, well before Mr W., stretch and smile and say ‘thank you for this new day’ and make my way downstairs. I walk through all the rooms, lighting candles and watering the plants, drink some lemon water and settle into my room to meditate. Then I brew …
Inevitable?
So, last night I was on the phone with my friend, and we suddenly realized we’d been talking about this ache and that ache, and about not doing things because we felt too exhausted before we’d even started. In fact, that’s what kicked this conversation off: how Mr W. and I had planned to drive …
