The Beautiful Everyday


Including another writing opportunity for you, and my entry…

Recently I took to the sunny fields with my camera and filmed the performance of a poem I’ve had tucked away in my heart. I’m rather proud and happy of this one, so I’m excited to share it tonight!

The Beautiful Everyday was inspired by my brother. He is struggling to decide what to do with his summer, to which I despair “I wish I had the endless time back!”. And so this poem was born… Of course if I had more time I would be blogging and creating so much more – but I’m happy for this little space that makes every one of my days beautiful.

Enough gushing now. Here’s the video:



This post is also to make you aware of the Summer Playlist Project the lovely Lee at Golden Pink Journal is hosting. You can read all about it >here<. It’s an opportunity to share your summer themed posts with me and everyone reading now – TAKE IT. I can’t wait to see everyone’s entries!

Until then, have a relaxed evening everyone.


Through the Newsprint Fray

Blogging/Writing Tips, Inspiration

One band I love for their continuous ability to make me love their music is REM. Recently I have been listening to Daysleeper; which by the way, has a wonderfully creative music video you can see >here<. This song has always resonated with me for its deep relatability. Although I am not technically a ‘day-sleeper’, sometimes I do feel the day is just a moment between the nights I get to create. If not quite a day-sleeper, I am most certainly a day dreamer!


In particular, this line tends to stick with me: I see today with a newsprint fray.


And the more I think about it, the more I realise this would be a great opening to a post about writing.

No matter what is reported, it seems journalists are always breaching some sort of “reader’s morale” – whether it’s badgering, picking the wrong stories, not having the facts (or any facts!). But perhaps, we can take a leaf from their books after all:


As a day-sleeper, the narrative of seeing today with a newsprint fray suggests the narrator only knows what he reads. That, in my opinion, would be a rather successful approach to take with fictional descriptions. Although you may know endless details about the world you have created, your reader does not, and your aim as a writer is to make them believe what they cannot see: Just as a newspaper article would do for a day-sleeper.


Of course, I am not suggesting anyone completely runs away with the idea and describes every little detail of everything the reader could see. It takes practice to adjust a good balance between stopping to take in the view and making it to the top of the mountain before dark. As I am reading back through my fictional writing, I am realising there is too much the reader won’t see and ultimately be confused by. But as long as I go in with fresh eyes (not assuming the reader knows everything I do), it becomes easier to work out.


Writers, you won’t want to hear this, but letting someone else read your work before publishing will also help to identify those last few kinks. I’ll stop prodding your repressed angst there…


If you need a little break from the heavy writing, may I suggest a little more REM? They truly are and excellent band.


Hope I’ve helped you to some degree my friends. Now get back to the project you’re procrastinating from!

Happy writing,


Out of Sight


Seamless the sun rose for the last day of that month, before darkness threatened to coat every shred of concrete in the industrial town. Over his morning coffee, Tommy’s father growled “just another week for electricity bills to go up.” Although straight faced under his father’s angered gaze, Tommy longed for that day to end; preferring to be cramped in darkness than the cold schools. In darkness he could read and learn what he pleased without the distraction of other classes. Straightening his tie nervously, Tommy anticipated the new ‘Book of Bugs and Insects’ his teacher had promised to give him.

Voices in my Head

Blogging/Writing Tips

I find a lot of things difficult to explain about my personal writing. Questions such as, where do you find the inspiration? What do you write about? Why is it always  depressing topics? Sometimes I wonder whether my lacking ability to answer has lead most people to believe I can’t write at all. Recently I shared a piece of my writing with two family members – a rare occasion as usually I would be too self conscious – and the response I got was: ‘Wow, that was a bit deep… really professional!’.

On replying ‘thank you’, I received ‘oh, you wrote that?’. The disbelief honestly made my heart drop a little – and perhaps the faith in myself too.

Alcoholic Laughter


We sat in silence under the one dim light. It felt like the moment in a horror film, when everyone hears the pin drop and they realise the killer has been among them all along. I’m not sure what I wanted her to say, but anything might have been OK at that point. Just to break the silence, which in reality only lasted a minute. Though historically, it had resided between us my whole life. Such as safety signs, it was something everyone read and abided by, but never decided to discuss.