Writing
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It’s Yule Yet Again
Yule has come and the it marks the shortest day of the year! This year, I’m hosting a winter afternoon tea with a bunch of winter health goodies. It’s made my schedule quite packed as there’s a lot of prep… Continue reading
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“For a Moment”
There are some phrases that I tend to overuse when I write. Normally I fix them up later but it took a while for me to realise just how much I use them … in the one piece! The phrases… Continue reading
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Breaking Down My Editing Process
The are a few phases of an edit for me, when I’m editing my own work. The first one is to just sit and think about any major changes or developments that I want to make with the work. These… Continue reading
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An Editing Process Chat /ᐠ – ˕-マ｡˚ᶻ 𝗓
It’s always a bit of a surprise to me that I still don’t know what my ideal process for anything creative is. It might have to do with my nature, which is likely not as “fickle” as I once thought… Continue reading
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Picture Prompt
She knew not how long she had been floating, neither a guess of seconds or minutes to be made. It could have been for a moment or for eternity. The spanning sky of sunset colours blanketed anything else not of… Continue reading
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Quick Update
I’ve been sick a lot recently, and I’m now on my second round of covid. Hopefully this is the end to my battering (;テ﹏テ) I think I’m past the worst of it now, and by that I mean I’m able… Continue reading
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Scribbles by the River
I don’t know if I understand poetrybeyond a limerick or rhyme,They loved it during little and big school,tolerated it in uni,And the measure of worthis supposed to weigh more there,I read poetry sparingly – so maybe it’s that?I have a… Continue reading
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Happy Samhain
I have been practising writing outside recently. Just writing down the words and ideas as they come and sketching images if I get stuck turning the thoughts into letters. It’s done wonders for thinking about short pieces of writing and… Continue reading
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Photo Prompted Writing
His stomping is stopped as he comes to the edge of a river. At first he thinks about just turning and storming along it, but the look of the calm surface halts him, soothes him, and beckons him forward. Shuffling… Continue reading
Hopfield is Writing 