Tag: #writing
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The Long Awaited day…
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I wasn’t quite sure how I felt when I woke up on Friday morning, so it was a very confused woman who staggered to the car. For days, I had been fighting a feeling of vague disappointment, so sure that this long-awaited appointment would be a waste of time, like so many before. (It usually…
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A Nightmare Remembered…
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75 years ago, I read an illustrated copy of Jane Eyre. I was eight years old and fascinated by the haunting drawings and the story itself. A sad, complicated story that gave me nightmares. I spent my childhood trying to escape from a miserable childhood, reading everything I could get my hands on. The story…
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A Sorry Saturday…
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It is gloomy outside today, and despite having the light on in my office, it feels pretty gloomy in here too. I keep pushing all those negative thoughts and feelings away, but they don’t go far, sneaking back whenever I try to think of better things. Much as I hate to admit, I think the…
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The Midnight Bookshop: Your next favourite magical realism book #Fiction
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You don’t choose the book. The book chooses you… ‘A book I was sorry to finish.‘ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ‘A timeless story that emphasizes the healing and transformative power of books.’ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ –Long ago, a bookshop was born – the beating heart of all those who find hope within the pages of a book. With the words…
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The End of the Road…
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Yesterday morning was one of the worst mornings I have had since this miserable situation began in March of this year. I awoke with tears in my eyes, tears I could not stop for almost an hour. There was no particular reason; I wasn’t thinking or feeling anything particular. My brain doesn’t switch on until…
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One of the worst days…
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Yesterday began like most days. I awoke in agony, triggering a mini bout of depression, wondering when I would get the next blessed hospital appointment that I was waiting for. The latest bulletin was ‘sometime in December/January’. This seems like an awful long time to wait, but then I have been in pain since before…
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To the Memory of Us…
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I was browsing through some old files yesterday, and I don’t know why I do, because I rarely find what I’m looking for. But what I did find was several of Anita’s poems! I forget how long it has been since anything new has graced my desk, she is getting very frail these days, but…