The Faithful

I wonder if you listen,

The silence says you do not,

Am I blind to your guidance?

Lost in the wilderness,

Praying enough to leave bruises,

For a sign, to find my way back,

The meaning lost in translation,

Is that why you never answer?

Cat got your tongue?

A lot can happen in a year or so, yet as a writer, I feel as if I keep running into the same roadblock time and time again. There’s an endless outpouring of thoughts and creativity, but they seem to die on my tongue before I have chance to say them, let alone write them down. Another crisis of confidence, one might assume, but is there more to it?Read More »

The Queen of Drafts

I spend most of my time daydreaming or thinking about things, in fact, most of my pieces have come from daydreams or thoughts I’ve had over my morning cup of tea. The only issue is after spending that fleeting moment wrapped up in picturing this piece taking shape, letting my thoughts run away from me, I spend the moments after that writing countless drafts as I try to remember how my thoughts worded it.

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