But by the end of last week, everything had more or less fallen into place. All the hotels, crossings and appointments are booked, everything that can be done in advance has been. Excellent. Then I realised that I didn’t feel better. Well, not substantially.
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Summer rain
The other reason I haven’t been writing posts recently is that I have been trying to focus on another project. I’ve had an idea for a new novel, and I got quite excited about it, because it’s the first time I’ve had anything like inspiration for fiction writing in – literally – years. It’s still very much just a WIP: I have a main character and the barest of outlines of a story arc. But it is definitely progress of a sort.
A Lasting Companion
“She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with It as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.” ~ George Eliot About two years ago, I started writing a fanfiction story about grief. Funnily enough, it was the conclusion of the tale of the first character IContinue reading “A Lasting Companion”
I have been absent in the Spring
I’ve had a bad couple of weeks, mental health-wise. The weather’s been changeable, I’ve had migraines (which may or may not be connected to the meteorological conditions, after 50 years I’ve given up trying to work out the causes), upsetting events in the news, I had my first COVID-19 vaccination which gave me a fewContinue reading “I have been absent in the Spring”
The L-word
Or should that be the ‘c’-word…? Or the ‘v’-word…? Many infinitely more qualified writers than me have shared their experiences of the strange and unfamiliar ‘new normal’ we have all had to adjust to in the last twelve months, but I am going to throw in my two-pennyworth anyway. For me, it is a goodContinue reading “The L-word”
Where does it come from?
There’s probably no great mystery about the origins of my anxiety. I lost both my parents within five years, between the ages of nine and fourteen; first Dad, then Mum. I still remember having what I now recognise as a panic attack, about a month after Mum died, because I became horribly aware that I,Continue reading “Where does it come from?”
