This weekend, thanks to a bit of baking, I realised there's a subtle difference between getting better at what you enjoy and working to improve what you do every day.
2015 is the year of adventure because I looked back at 2014 and searched for the best moment I could think of. The answer was obvious: Bestival.
Welcome, one and all, to 2015. It's the year of adventure and I am back (with gay abandon) to typing in my notebook.
Love and live music. Talking about some things that are hard to express, but very much need saying.
It's that time of year again. And while I still remain skeptical about the whole resolution thing, I can't help but make the odd one...
I have the kind of flu that makes your head feel like it's going to fall off: must be Christmas!
This post is my personal love letter to my very special new home. Finally, I'm where I belong.
A few more hours in the day would be great, but it's distance that would help me get a little more writing done.
This week pushed me to the edges of my ability to cope. Luckily I took someone's hand and ended up seeing another story.
When you feel something deeply, it is extremely difficult to translate it into words. They can be so isolating. But this week, I have tried.
The tale of a love long unrequited, but for once not only at last returned but done so with more passion and depth than I ever thought possible.
Why there are only a few words, and why 'talk about lock jaw' have been some of them.
Competing with, and comparing yourself to a phantom takes your focus away from what's right in front of you.
If we lived perpetually in the conditional, we would never have anything new to say. It's the current that keeps us thinking.