Having very little knowledge about the developmental stages of cats, I’m just going to put this out there in the hopes that someone might be able to explain what’s happening: Whiskers is being, in polite language, difficult lately. She’s two and a half now; still young, but not a youngster either. She will snuggle next…
Three years ago today (goodness – time, flying, etc.) I did a post on the below mosaic maker meme. I have changed question one so as to only use creative commons licensed photos. This will reduce the number of returns, but I’m much more comfortable to go this way. To widen the field I either…
View from my table at yesterday’s Emerging Writers’ Festival Page Parlour If I was in any doubt before, the five minutes it took for me to clear ice off my windscreen this morning was irrefutable proof that winter has arrived. Now it has melted away and the sun is shining, I can try to feel…
It occurs to me that I haven’t talked about my day at the Reading Matters conference last week yet. Not here on the blog, anyway. In ‘real life’ I’ve been chatting to anyone who’ll listen about what a lovely day I had and how I finally got to meet Twitter pals and authors I admire….
Back to regular book blogging, however the vlog from the other week went so well I might consider doing more. Do let me know if you’d like that! It was fun. Anyway! I’m procrastinating. Help me? Thanks! I’m trying to work on a poem and it’s not being very cooperative. Cinquains are cheeky. Can you…
As I stood waiting for the train yesterday afternoon tired families trudged past, many children carefully holding orange NGV helium balloons between their fingers. Before this, on the upper platform, I walked past a couple with a young baby; the father, at that moment, held up the child to sniff and check for a dirty…
A quick one today to say that I’m guest posting over at Happy Child, ‘My memories are alive with the sounds of motherhood.’ It touches on how the senses (hearing in this case – and I’ve had my mild worries about it before) shape our memories. I’d love to see you pop in! *** Not…
Her crying finally stopped a few minutes before midnight. She woke earlier with a wail, gulping and panicked, unable to breathe or talk properly. I took her into the bathroom to the toilet and calm down. I knelt upon the tiles, she blew hot, infection-riddled complaints upon me: she hurt, she was sick. Her hand…
I’ve sat down a few times over the past few days to try and write what I’m about to write. It’s serious, I’m being serious, but I’ve neither the time, nor the perspective, to prettify this up with well-crafted sentences or sweet phrasing. Some things just need to be blurted out. This will be raw,…
