Day before yesterday was research. Yesterday was planning how to put that into my story. Today will be actually putting this onto the page. #writersofbluesky

Day of revisiting old creative projects and coming up with ideas for new ones with one of my fav women on the planet, dog cuddles, library time and creative breakthroughs. #writerslifeforme #writersofbluesky

Undoing one metaphorical knot in a ball of knots that makes it easier to undo the others is such a good feeling. Onwards and upwards.

It’s is not only not raining it is a lush sunny spring day!

Zooming with writing friends and talking through projects, frustrations and goals was the antidote I needed to everything in the world right now.

It’s a pie, peas, roast potatoes and roasted onion kind of evening.

I’ve stopped reading the dystopian book I’m reading because honestly the real world is worse and my nervous system doesn’t like it! Any recommendations for easy reads that remind you of how much good there is in the world gratefully received! #booksky #readersofbluesky

Hot water bottle, blanket and my favourite song on repeat. Barely veering from this today.

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Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 9 is #bones "...a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool." T. S. Eliot #9

Writing something that is making me revisit a lot of old ground. All of it hard and scary. So much so i've played chess, i've eaten crisps, i've cleaned my makeup brushes. Rather annoyingly, it has not written itself in that time. #writersofbluesky

My hyper-fixation breakfast was unpalatable this morning so I’m now, somehow, eating a blue spirulina smoothie bowl instead.

The light may flicker on and off for some time. Cutting to black. Silence. Even though I’m in another room I can feel the change. I seek solutions. Eek them out. Through patient threading, Weaves of light Settling where darkness set in. #midnightscribbles

I've opted to do SEO keyword research at the same time the football is on because I cannot waste another 2 hours only to be disappointed.

insert friendly greeting today's #haikufeels #prompt is ideal insert witty quip clip 👉 less than ideal

Some days you have to just say no to rice and tofu and caramelise a shit load of onions to put on a pizza full of peppers, spinach and halloumi.

A night off of everything; watching movies in bed and then reading until the small hours was just what I needed. Woken up with a structure in my head for a short series i've already been writing after wrestling with it for a while. Rest really is productive sometimes.

“I don’t talk things, sir…I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and I know I’m alive” What a line! #booksky #readersofbluesky #farenheit451

The world is such a heavy place atm. Sending extra love to anyone that needs it at the moment.

Private Eye and its editor are national treasures. They've never shied away from the truth.

Strangers that bring their dogs to you so you can have a cuddle are very important!

New fuck/marry/kill list just dropped

Didn’t sleep. Sat up drinking non alcoholic fizzy wine, eating quavers and watching ex SAS people’s motivational talks to get me out of the whining phase I’ve been in for two days. It was like a mini holiday for my soul!

He’d used soft words to help her relax, his gentleness smoothing her jagged edges. Frayed from a lifetime of having to fight; of recovering from #pain alone. Those nights of safety reminded her that her #soul may finally have found something, someone that felt like home. #vss365 #poem #poetry

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Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 3 is #pain "After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions 'was it He, that bore,' And 'Yesterday, or Centuries before'?" 'After great pain, a formal feeling comes', Emily Dickenson #3

Nothing like the first time you get to sit down and write in the day being at ten to eleven in the evening. #writingcommunity #writersofbluesky

Baffled how anyone could even get to the point where they don’t question everyone and kick up hell when someone invites them to an island and suggests abusing a child. Thank god I don’t understand but whatever makes a person think that is ok I’m pleased I don’t have it.

One day I want to read drafted lines to you, watch as you hear them, see if they land. Because, I can only know if the truth is audible by it being heard by those that tell it themselves. #poem #poetry #notebookscribble

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11 hours of sleep. I always used to read about the bit of trauma recovery where you start sleeping loads. Finally after years of hard work it is paying off .

Hours of tinkering. Building scenes from snippets of notes, adding a new scene which increased the stakes, writing new pages which take away any earlier threat of exposition. It was a graft night over an 'in the flow' night. Slow but worthwhile. #writingcommunity

"DO NOT CHANGE YOUR STRUCTURE MIDWAY THROUGH YOUR FIRST DRAFT. DO NOT CHANGE YOUR STRUCTURE MIDWAY THROUGH YOUR FIRST DRAFT. DO NOT CHANGE YOUR STRUCTURE MIDWAY THROUGH YOUR FIRST DRAFT."

The thing about Catherine O’Hara is she is so hilarious and talented that I forgot she was mortal

I made cheese on toast and put spaghetti hoops on top because I wanted to. Eat your heart out Gordon Ramsay.

Stirling advice from Lydia this afternoon!

If people have no job they have no money. Therefore no reinvestment in anything outside of what is needed for survival and then no economic growth. The only thing this is contributing to is the collapse of society.

January feels like the devil conjured it up. I can't remember having a month this laden with so many issues and problems. I'm starting my new year in February.

Just me and my friend texting from 4:30am cause neither of us can sleep and we’re both up reading and drinking coffee instead.

Five jobs I’ve had: Sales Assistant Farm hand Emergency Services Operator PR exec Editorial Director

If someone giving you grace and understanding equals “I don’t have to put any effort in now” in your head you’re either taking the wrong thing away from it or taking advantage. Both are far from ideal. One is incredibly hurtful.

Finding the central reason for something feeling like it is impossible to resolve is such a good feeling. It will take a few weeks to make it resolvable but it’s good to know, and to let others know, hope is on the horizon.

It’s a blankets, cups of tea and a slow pace kind of day.

The horrors of the world have put me in a flat spin. Going to rescue my mental health by not exposing myself to the onslaught of hell currently arising in our lives right now and take a break from the internet for a few days.

"They say they're coming to save us from some evil? They're talking about our neighbors who take care of us ... Alex was murdered while he was helping. Mr Rogers said look for the helpers, & right now the helpers have a target on our forehead ... Mr Rogers would be here right now too, so I'm here."

A very different #vss365 from me today, inspired by the prompt #slip Is it a #horrorwrite? I don't even know. I know that this week has been tough beyond measure and people should never see kindness as a weakness. Thanks to those who read it! 🙏 #writingcommunity #writersofbluesky #weirdwrite

Clay face mask means glasses are a no on but a Granny magnifying sheet does the trick! LIFE FINDS A WAY! #amediting #writingcommunity #writersofbluesky

These people being like "You're so confusing, you interrupt" to James in the Traitors. Have none of these people been in a room with someone who has an ADHD brain before? It goes 900mph across 7 different lanes. I wish people would understand.

Woke up about 5 times last night. Seeing inexcusable typos. Brain is scrambled with tiredness. Forgive my grammatical sins.

Winter’s drizzle gathering, heavying; A trickle turning plump. into a teardrop from the sky. Tumbling down windows, releasing. Making way for the return of the Sun. #drizzle #vss365 #poem #poetry