Retreat from writing or writing retreat?

You know how excited you feel when those adds pop up for writer's conferences in America and you toy with the idea of getting up at four in the morning to hear your favourite authors speak? Yeah, me neither.

Feeling all the feels

Learning about writing and actually ‘doing the verk’ are two completely different things.

Here and Now

Time practically stood still it was going so slow. That year seemed to go on and on forever.

Time

This is not about how to use time in a pandemic. Like most people, I'm vassilating between functioning and faffing at the moment. It's hard to focus when you are suspended in a state of grief. Not that anyone close to me has died, it's more that life as we knew it has ended and … Continue reading Time →