Today is the last day of NaBloPoMo, that month in the year when someone decides it is a nice idea … More
Tag: Trusting in the Process
#NaBloPoMo 22 – When Josephine Corcoran interviewed me
As we draw to the end of NaBloPoMo, I have invited Josephine Corcoran to collaborate with me on a joint-interview. … More
#NaBloPoMo 20 – On ambition
It wasn’t much of a day. I was in noodle-mode, sticking things into my day book, quotes and articles and … More
#NaBloPoMo 17 – Coffee? (meditation on a blog post by Josephine Corcoran)
If you came round for coffee these days you’d be offered decaff. Doctor’s orders, I’d say. And against my better … More
#NaBloPoMo 14 – Some secrets
One of the signs of my anxiety is when I start to look obsessively at stationery blogs. I adore NCIS. … More
#NaBloPoMo 13 – His notebook highlights strewn
Dean Paul Granny § ‘What students in classrooms say is an exceptionally precious learning resource. Every time a teacher receives … More
#NaBloPoMo 10 – I have no idea what I’m doing
A thought occurred to me as I found myself scribbling in a notebook earlier this morning: I have no idea … More
#NaBloPoMo 6 – The Ottowa Poetry Newsletter
My friend Rupert Loydell has emailed me a list of blog posts curated by Rob Mclennan on writing at the … More
#NaBloPoMo 3 – Inimical to writing
My friend and I were almost at the end of our hour together. Banana cake (me), almond croissant (him). China … More
#NaBloPoMo 1 – I am lazy
You write a blog post every day since the middle of July. It goes fine. But just as you begin … More
Cooking in a Bedsitter
There is still no sign of the book. I go for a walk; it is not there. I visit our … More
The empty house
True to its word, the book has disappeared. There isn’t a trace of it in the house, not even a … More
I can’t work with you any more
‘I think I’m going to be going away for a bit,’ the book says. ‘Give you some space. Let you … More
Your worst book
‘I’m depressed,’ the book says. ‘We can’t both be depressed,’ I say. ‘One of us needs to function.’ ‘Well it’s not … More
Waving the white flag
‘It’s over,’ I say. ‘You’re always saying that, too,’ the book says. ‘Always ‘tired’, or ‘busy’, or ‘giving up’. People … More
To the Mincing Poets
Last Sunday I attended the last ever group meeting and reading of the Mincing Poets, in Exeter. A classic … More
Losing touch
‘I’m tired.’ ‘You’re always saying that.’ ‘But I am.’ ‘Really? Is that what’s really going on?’ ‘I don’t know where … More
Are you lonely?
‘Are you lonely?’ says the book. ‘Why are you asking?’ ‘Are you?’ ‘Do I look lonely?’ ‘Does it come on … More