Category Archives: Musings

Written in the Stars

We humans are a curious and impatient animal.  From the dawning moments of our consciousness we have been asking questions.  Will this hurt me?  Can I eat that?  When will the rains come?  Why do the birds leave?  As time … Continue reading

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A White Elephant

Mr S and I have been searching charity shops for silver spoons.  The idea is to find one with an interesting handle which can be made in to a ring.  We have only come across one so far within our … Continue reading

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The Runcible Spoon

The mind works in mysterious ways.  There are things buried deep within that make their way out when you least expect it and give you an eery sense of the fundamental interconnectedness of all things, as Douglas Adams’ Dirk Gently … Continue reading

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Dear Reader

I suppose it is only logical that to be a good writer you first have to be a good reader.  It would be a very rare bloom indeed that flourished without at least some roots in the nourishing humus of … Continue reading

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The waking of Briar Rose

Practice makes perfect.  That is what we’re told.  Whatever it is we are trying to achieve, from baking a souffle to standing on our heads, the more we do it the easier it becomes.  At least, that’s the theory. For … Continue reading

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What’s in a name?

Now that the metaphorical sticking plaster has been ripped off and the first post has been, well, posted, it seems that the done thing is to set out my manifesto. I have been thinking about starting a blog for some … Continue reading

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Vanquishing the blank

There is nothing that terrifies me more than a blank page.  It is confrontational in its emptiness.  ‘What am I to be?’ it asks, fixing me with a (blank) stare.  ‘Am I a drawing, a poem, a story, a doodle?  … Continue reading

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