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.
A visual clue as to my radio silence.
Why there are only a few words, and why 'talk about lock jaw' have been some of them.
A varient on my occasional list of interesting things, here is a run down of top talent I've stumbled across on a recent whirlwind musical discovery tour.
Competing with, and comparing yourself to a phantom takes your focus away from what's right in front of you.
In case you didn't catch the hint - I went to a carnival today, and I went alone. It was sunny, loud, fantastic and, inevitably, thought-provoking.
Throwing caution to the wind and getting your kicks however you can.
The New Yorker in the bath, writing gloves, Greg Proops and all the things that do and will have one particular thing in common.
Taking a little time to catch up, see what's happening and, more often than not, simply just laugh, doesn't half make you feel all loved and lovely.
A month in a montage. In other words, a visual tour of some sights I found to be worth seeing.
A culmination and combination of a rather meta Wednesday and a rather inevitable and timely conversation sparked by Thatcher's death.
Two days of sunshine, a morning of gloom and a post of undecided outlook.
I am very excited. This weekend I got to work on my foundations, and for once it wasn't cheap.