Have you seen the show 'Take five?' with Zan Rowe. Zan interviews famous musicians and actors and asks them to pick their five favourite songs and then proceeds to dive deep into intimate moments in their lives. It's a favourite of mine. I wanted to try and do that here this month...
It was a very special person’s birthday the other day. We met in 1976. he was the most amazing person I had ever met. I have written about our chance encounter in a previous blog: Encouragement I don't want to repeat myself but you may not have read that post and this story deserves to … Continue reading From Drummer to Artist: Glyn’s Inspiring Journey
Many years later when I picked up my pen to write again, I found I still felt an invisible person reading over my shoulder. It took me a very long time to let go of worrying about who was going to read my writing. Four years of blogging has helped me be brave and write anyway.
Sometimes Auntie Pat would paint our nails and do our hair, that was the best. I loved the ticklish feeling as she painted the stinky nail polish carefully on each of my well-bitten nails.
I don't remember writing being anything other than my happy place. The flow, the zone, the place I love to go to, evaporated. I'm pleased to say I have continued to write this blog. Not a complete failure then.
Glyn was a rock drummer with hair longer than mine. He wore a cowboy hat and cowboy boots and more denim than most. I fell in love with him before we met.
Writing seems to be the area that suffers when I am hit with too many emotions.
I can be easily derailed where writing is concerned. I usually have a million excuses for not writing, how I feel being at the top of the list. This year I decided to change things up and let my values drive my creativity rather than my feelings.
When I was young all I wanted to do was write. When I wasn’t writing, I was reading.
I have always been horse crazy. Coming to Australia I was promised my own horse as incentive to leave Wales. Not that I had a choice. Mary Poppins says it best: ‘That’s a pie crust promise, easily made and easily broken.’
Rhiannon Dowding - Writer 