Can you hear me?

I hate restarting things. It doesn’t matter what needs restarting. Because, to restart, one must first admit to failure. And I hate doing so, even tacitly; the hustle of working up the motivation to start again and, when this is done, enduring the pressure to measure up to the highest point of the previous run.… Continue reading Can you hear me?

A deadly turn

Halfway through her coffee, she thought she heard the sound of water splashing in her bedroom

Social media apathy

Sometimes I wonder why engaging with social media feels so much like a chore for me

Published
Categorised as CULTURE

The voice

Jane was shouting. She liked to say that she was born with a more powerful throat-mounted amplifier than most people. She said she got it from her mother, whose booming voice had been her most outstanding characteristic.

A little shudder

“Oh, you look so beautiful, my darling.” “Thanks, grandma. You know whose fault it is though.” “You flatter me, darling. These old bones are fit for nothing but the grave.” “I won’t have any of that talk grandma, not today. You know you’ve got centuries left in there.”

Another one

What do you do when, for the third time in a row, you don’t have a substantive article to post on your blog? Do you silently let it slide, and thus avoid fulfilling your obligation to post every week? Or do you, guiltily, but even more silently, write about exactly that problem one more time?

Published
Categorised as ART

The next article

Another ramble about the woes that accompany creativity

Published
Categorised as ART

Creative blues

I figure it isn’t too bad for me to ramble about my present predicament

Published
Categorised as ART