Many many years ago, I had a terrible, horrible experience. read an article about the morning pages from The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron.
It’s conflicting to see the amount of hustle involved in modern publication, whether traditional or self-published.
My views of writing are continuously changing. I began writing, after many many years as an avid reader, in an attempt to express myself freely as I adapted to a new culture, new language, new marriage, new country.
So having set up my wonderful efficient productivity app, what happened next? Things got busy of course, with kids requiring ferrying to and from school exams, and changes to my work schedule and life in general. And when I finally had time to look up, I realised that my motivation had disappeared. Looking at all the neat little plans was like looking at something written by a stranger. Overall, my target hadn’t changed, what I’d set up was still there Click for more
I have a habit of making lists on pieces of paper, or under notes for other things. Then I lose track of what lists or notes refer to what
A few weeks ago, someone made a comment about how emails were the bane of their lives. I have to admit I smiled smugly to myself.
Ebru dragged the shopping trolley over the paving stones and through the entrance into the market. Spring was just around the corner judging by the fruit tree saplings. She walked through the crowds, looking left and right at the piles of fruit and vegetables on low trestles on either side of the passage. Spring had not arrived to the stalls yet judging by the predominance of spinach and cabbage. Winding a path through the market she stopped in front of Click for more