Category: Wonderings
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My Tree
There is a tree in this world that knows my name. It breathes in my nightmares and stalks my sunlight hours. At the centre of my self, that shadow grove with pine-needle ground and the hollow where Beauty lies down to her forever sleep. I dreamed a chair of black wood, rattle-scuttling across the…
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I Got Older and Some Things Happened
So, what’s happened? I turned 26 which is fairly displeasing. I developed a taste for prosecco and drank it in the street, at Waterloo station, outside a restaurant, in my kitchen, at my mother’s and by myself at the bar. I went to a Yell blogger meetup and watched a presentation on a laptop balanced…
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A Shadow With Claws
Deep in the forest, far under the sky A stranger was calling, I don’t much care why. I heard him and found him, followed him down To a dankening dark hollow, with never a sound. And there in the gloaming, breath whispering ice, I killed and consumed him in shining delight. His eyes I ate…
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Read/Write
The brilliant thing about being a writer is that a large portion of your time must be spent reading. If you don’t like reading, you won’t be a writer – no more than a musical innocent would become a rock star (except maybe Oasis – I’ve always thought they sound like they don’t much like…
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My Rant on the Professional Copywriters’ Network
I’m an in-house copywriter. I’ve daydreamed about going freelance – writing in bed! – but always just had a brief shudder at the thought of being my own IT support and drank another subsidised vanilla latte instead. But people don’t like that. Ooooooh, no. You’ve got to be a little guy with a big, big…
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