Writing
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I’ve Revived my Writeometer
Years ago I download an app called Writeometer. I stopped using it for a long time because of my inability to keep a schedule and the big low of my writing years but have recently cleansed it and started using… Continue reading
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Tuesday WriteO Poetry Prompt: Warden
Sometimes I feel small, Like I’m curling into a ball, As if making myself small, Will make life feel less threatening, Sometimes it feels like I’m being swallowed, Like my body is being hollowed, Into the darkness, I am swallowed,… Continue reading
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Writing Reflection: Week of the 3rd February 2020
Oh look, it’s something that I said I would commit to months ago and then didn’t, that’s not very me. To be a bit more serious, I’ve actually done well so far this year. Not perfect, not as great as… Continue reading
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My Writing Goals Chart
Recently I’ve put up a big poster (more like 21 A4 pages taped together) over my bed. It has three main sections: calendar, tracking charts and goals section. I’ve created this so I can see my progress whenever I enter… Continue reading
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He Called it ‘Onomatapoetry’
Bubble bubble, beep beep, He’s awake and his coffee is on, Whistle whisssstle, screeeeam, His coffee is off, Step step, jingle, ker-chack, He’s off to work, Thunk thunk thunk, Off he goes, Grind, click, clack, His bike is gearing down,… Continue reading
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My First Haiku
Winter, they want me to write a haiku, Summer, I still don’t know how. Mini Rationale I think this was received as a ‘cop-out’ piece and I totally get that. The truth is, I had never written a Haiku… Continue reading
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I had to write a lot of Poetry
Poetry isn’t my strongest skill because I don’t understand how to refine them properly. Growing up, my idea was that the point of poetry was it to be raw and so I never did real editing. I might tweak things… Continue reading
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On the Edit
I’m currently editing the second draft of my first completed novel (not technically the first but the first that I felt ‘this is it’ when the last sentence wrote itself) and it’s a grind every time I do a draft,… Continue reading
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KWB211 – Portfolio 2 Prose
Louis looked down at the dead fox as if he were watching a line of ants. He crouched by it with his hands balled up in the pockets of his jumper as winter whispered through the trees. His breath came… Continue reading
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Writing Prompt: Foreclosure
When I was younger, I moved a lot, Home was not a house, not a place, not a single spot, But I wanted that room, that place I always knew, I wanted my own space, known by few, But that’s… Continue reading
Hopfield is Writing 