Inspired by the late David Bowie’s 100 Favourite Books, I’ve recently been adding to my own list of the one hundred books which have inspired me, changed me, thrilled me or simply mean a whole lot to me. I’ve finally finished it, and it’s a real mixed bag. I read a lot from a wide
I could not write or create without music. Music fuels me and inspires me and can turn a slow and unsatisfying writing session, into one that flows smoothly and without hesitation. A good playlist can make all the difference between getting those recommended 2,000 daily words down, and committing only two lines to the page.
Do That Thing! That thing that scares you Pushes you Drives you to your very limit And encourages you to dig deep Within yourself? Do that thing! That thing that excites you Inspires you Unlocks many new doors which You’ve never even thought about Opening? Do that thing! That thing that nourishes you Feeds you
How do my children see so much with gentle eyes that absorb those things that I, older and yet still so inexperienced, know of so little. How can they still smile when all those raw images, projected into them without consent, still race, pulsate toy with their private thoughts. How do they hear the vulnerable
I am a writer. I am entirely confident in making this declaration because not only do I write absolutely every single day, but also I do not feel like I have any choice in this. I carry my phone, and a notebook and pen with me everywhere, because when inspiration strikes, it quite literally sinks
Was I supposed to wait For the planets to align For things to get better For someone else to make the difficult choices For you? I won’t wait. It’s not in my nature to spend my life in limbo Waiting in a queue or for my turn To speak If you want me Run with
Take heart These are battles that you do not need to fight Conflict that can never reach a satisfying goal Brave heart Find strength in the moment and the courage to do what’s right Nurture the love that leads you and feeds your soul Dear heart Climb out of the howling darkness and carry your
I have a dream, well, perhaps more of a desire really, to be able to stand up in front of an audience of my peers and read some of my written work aloud. I used to be quite good at it when I was at school, with my teachers often choosing me to read aloud
Written in August 2017, only a few days after landing in New Zealand after 30+ years in the U.K. Because what is moving to the other side of the world without some angsty poetry to document your feelings. Boxes Pack up my life into boxes to be shipped across the sea, My home reduced to