It’s been an interesting a somewhat chaotic week to begin my 100 days, so I am immensely proud of myself for prioritising my daily creative hour. I won’t bore you with too many details, but my week included: Spending a wonderful annual summer get together with the writing group I…
Tomorrow, 1st September 2018, I begin a new experiment. Well not an experiment exactly, I’m endeavouring to think of it more as a new phase in my creative life. This morning it dawned on me that my life needs to change in order to make space for my dreams. For…
Stay Focused, Consistent and Concentrate! This has become my mantra of late. I desperately want to create this book that I have inside of me and it’s taking every part of my determination to stick with it. I’ve never stuck with a single creative project for this long before now.…
The subject of money has a tendency to become the elephant in the room for any aspiring artist, myself included. It’s something that I have conveniently left by the wayside, that I haven’t given much thought to. It’s a big scary subject. A fairly fundamental one I know but, being…
Concordia’s World came to me as if in a dream. At first it was a place I escaped to during meditation, a place that gave me comfort and a sense of relief from the traumas and hardships of the real world. As I escaped into it more and more, my…
What is it that keeps the human spirit alive? What is it that’s keeps us going, especially when the going gets tough? We marvel at individuals and admire their grit, their sheer determination to keep pushing on, regardless of what life throws at them. How do they do that? These…
As you know, I’ve been busy writing of late. It’s a long, slow, solitary practice, with little that I’m willing to share with others at this stage. That will come later. My other creative endeavours have been left by the wayside for the moment but, like my lovely followers, they…
She looked up at the sky Then down at the earth She stamped in frustration And questioned her worth She could see where she’d been To the pain she’d inflicted She cried tears of anguish Her throat constricted Please help me, she cried Is there anyone there? Please show me…
Am I Deluded? Over the past few weeks, I’ve been beavering away writing. Why? I’m not a writer, or at least it’s not something I’ve ever really considered doing seriously before. Most of us consider writing a book at some point, and millions of people try every year. Most fail.…