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EVERYDAY CREATIVITY: FINDING THE RIGHT SPACE TO WRITE

EVERYDAY CREATIVITY: FINDING THE RIGHT SPACE TO WRITE

  Could you complete the following: I write because… The urge has always been strong. As a child, I would staple pieces of paper together to form a book and fill it with childish scrawls. I couldn’t write yet but I sensed a kind of magic when pen met paper and felt fulfilled in doing so as my mind was always buzzing with stories. Not long after, those pages began to be filled with actual words in the guise of fairy tales. They were usually stories of witches laying curses upon villages; I don’t remember what was being read to

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HOW WE FESTIVALED – INTO THE WILD 2017

HOW WE FESTIVALED – INTO THE WILD 2017

We had endured a week of rain and that night as I sat on the floor preparing a craft project to do with the eldest the next day during the younger one’s nap time was when the husband and I decided we would join some friends to go camping at the Into the Wild Festival. After pressing “buy tickets” I stared out into the bleak night, the rain drop patterned window and chill in the air made me secretly say in my head “ what have I done?”  Obviously I didn’t tell the husband that, not after spending the money…

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EMBRACING MOLASSES

EMBRACING MOLASSES

  My mind is buzzing with ideas, it’s not constant but when ideas for writing arrive they bombard my mind, flood me and overwhelm. It’s as though I’ve been buzzing along on a specific frequency and suddenly start feeling a shift, like short wave to long. So I’m going to just go ahead and start writing before the radio/ transmitter I obviously have in my head starts doing strange things and I forget to write at all. There have been posts that I had planned on thumping out on the computer and for whatever reason or the other; my fingers

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Reading, Listening, Yearning

Reading, Listening, Yearning

  Finding energy lately has been pretty hard, a lot of it was spent on worry, looking after children and hoping and dreaming on a new home outside of London. I’ve managed to catch up on some reading, zilch writing but dreaming even if it’s all so fuzzy, I still manage to do it albeit tinted with much frustration and anxiety. It does seem to take me a long time to do anything, it took me over a month to answer a list of questions a fellow writer sent me on motherhood and creativity but I eventually managed it. It

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BIRTHING LITERATURE : HOW TO GROW A BABY AND PUSH IT OUT BY CLEMMIE HOOPER

BIRTHING LITERATURE : HOW TO GROW A BABY AND PUSH IT OUT BY CLEMMIE HOOPER

Once you overcome the initial shock of finding out you are pregnant whether planned or not, there is much excitement.  Intermingling with this excitement soon after is anxiety and fear. There is worry over whether you will hear that heartbeat at each scan, whether your baby has formed healthily and then the worry over what kind of parent you will be. Whether you will be able to cope with one of the biggest changes in your life whilst envisaging the magnitude of the responsibility ahead. For most even through the all day nausea; heartburn, sciatica, carpel tunnel syndrome (yes, I

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HAPPY BRAVE NEW YEAR

Happy new year! I hope this irregularly mild holiday season was met with family warmth and laughter that has kept your inner fires warm enough to get you through these ice laced mornings and evenings. I don’t write resolutions as mentioned before but I have picked a word to loom over me, it is BRAVE. I endeavour to be braver in everything I pursue, be it hunting for a home and delving deeper into work like a bear nuzzling into a cave but that’s not the right analogy as that doesn’t sound brave but cosy. So maybe what I should

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IF YOU SEE ME ON THE STREET

I’m a juggler without any experience. A tightrope walker without a pole. A lion tamer without a back up distraction. I’m a parent. I’ve joined a very special circus; it’s made up of family; the one that made me and the one I have made. The only difference is, people don’t pay me to watch. But eyes are cast upon our act everyday. Even the ones that try not to watch. We’re all watching each other act. Some with a clear plot and others carefully improvising along. We’re all improvising. We’re all falling and most of us are acting out

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REVIEW : THE LONELY CITY: ADVENTURES IN THE ART OF BEING ALONE BY OLIVIA LAING

My three year old mentioned loneliness the other day. It wasn’t the first time she had uttered the word. At first, like most parents my reaction was one of concern, as though something painful, damaging and everlasting may be occurring in her soul. Because like everybody else, I know how painful loneliness can be, it’s like being eternally cold on the inside, like a solitary iceberg chipped away and floating away from its family island. My first response was of course to console her and shower her in attention, even organise a friend to meet up with, anything to fill

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FINDING MY PLACE

FINDING MY PLACE

I can’t really be called a blogger anymore, I simply don’t blog. Blogging has morphed into an entirely different creature, It can be hard sometimes to differentiate a blog that is trying to sell you something subtly or blatantly.  There are many out there , lifestyle blogs are guilty of this the most, that seem to be desperately trying to help you live a different life, somebody else’s life. Even posts about unveiling the rose tint, are tinted by roses. What exactly am I trying to say? Well, quite simply, I suck as a blogger but the writer in me

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REVIEW: NOBODY TOLD ME: POETRY AND PARENTHOOD BY HOLLIE McNISH

Literature | Review Nobody Told Me: Poetry and Parenthood by Hollie McNish If you are a mother, a mother to be, a father, a father to be or just simply a human, then reading McNish’s Nobody Told Me is not only a must but must be passed onto fellow mothers and fathers. Parenthood can be the most isolating, mind boggling, sleep deprived, trippy ride one can embark upon. You question yourself daily whether you are doing the right thing, you’re also questioned and criticised by strangers who insist you are doing everything wrong. CoSleeping, breastfeeding, opinions, and being unmarried with

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