In the writing world they ask if you are a plotter or a pantser. Do you plan out, or plot, your book in advance or do you fly by the seat of your pants. I’m more of a humming bird with some plotting and pantsing thrown in. My mentor, Jen Storer, calls it the Swedish … Continue reading Turning Ideas into Books: The Writing Journey
Now that I am at the pointy end of life, it's funny how my thoughts tend toward 'the end of all things' as Tolkien described the end of the world. Don't get me wrong, I am appreciating every day I'm given as if it's my last, well not quite, but I am living my life … Continue reading The end of all things
My husband retired at the end of June this year. It was a difficult decision because he loved his job. He was finally working for a company that didn’t take advantage of his nature. They respected his ideas and were open to new ways of thinking. Since then we have both switched off, pretty much. … Continue reading A Necessary Wintering
When I was little I loved the really cold weather because it meant the snow wasn’t far off and snow was the best. Ice was pretty cool too. I loved finding frozen puddles and trying to skate on them or to see how much effort it took to crack the ice.
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
When I was a child I was told I was wilful and that ‘I couldn’t be told.’ Then, as a teen, I was the rebellious one, the black sheep. When I reached adult hood I was told I was bloody-minded. My husband had no idea what he was getting himself into. His mother was not … Continue reading Rebel with a cause
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.
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.
Writing seems to be the area that suffers when I am hit with too many emotions.
Rhiannon Dowding - Writer 