Tag Archives: fear

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I don’t want to have to think. Sometimes this is as strong a feeling as I ever have, throbbing behind my eyes and persuading me, please, to just let go of the reins and give in, sink into the sofa. … Continue reading

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What lies behind online misogyny?

UPDATE As I am not acutely familiar with WordPress guidelines and terms of use, and because I am aware that the concept of objective reportage might not be widely accepted, I’ve chosen to censor this post. I do, however, stand … Continue reading

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I was stood in a small room, one of many small rooms crammed with countless items, and on every surface around me was a paperback book. On each book, a name. Each name, a writer. There’s a website called Jottify, … Continue reading

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To put it simply – duh. I’ve pasted the hell out of the guilt and baggage that’s dragged me down and worn me out for years, I’ve married a superlistener who encourages me to write and buys me a fantastic … Continue reading

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I’m in the studio again, the wind outside, with a bowl of ice cream and ready, and yet… The typewriter moves when I use it, the oak so clean and smooth that the carriage shifts the machine around as I … Continue reading

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Edge of Darkness

Last night I ploughed through the last three episodes of Edge of Darkness. It’s one of my dad’s favourite TV shows, and it’s not hard to see why – he used to work with the coal board, then segued into … Continue reading

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