A poem every day – week 8 / Birthday / Break

It has been an interesting experiment so far, and I’ve definitely written more poems in the past 8 weeks than in my life up to this point. I’ve also written at least 15 poems I think are good, which was as many as I had written in the past almost 3 years.  So, there is…

A poem every day – week 7

Whereas last week I felt I wrote several good poems, this week I feel like none have reached quite that level, though I do keep trying every day. February also seems to be whizzing by and there’s more stuff going on in general. Like today I am expecting my mum for a visit from Norway,…

A poem every day – week 5

I’m still plugging away, and still keeping an open mind as to how to move forward. I am going to keep this week’s update short, as I have a bit of a cold and my contact lenses feel dry and fuzzy. But the sun is out, the days are getting longer, and I can feel…

A poem every day – week 1

Confused? Check out my post from January 1st. So, it’s been eight days since I started my poetry challenge, and I feel it’s going fairly well so far.  I have written a few poems I like, and a few I don’t much care for. It’s taken me between 20 minutes and a few hours to…

New year, new challenge: a poem every day + a newsletter (monthly)

Dear readers, Happy new year! 2022 was a pivotal one for me in many ways. We moved house We moved halfway across the country in order to pursue a quiet country life in a small village, surrounded by woods. This has long been a dream of mine, being an HSP and finding city/suburb life increasingly…

Poem: The Plum Tree

Video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdD3K84oyvI ————————- Preamble: It’s been a busy month-and-a-half with moving house and doing my poetry reading last month, but we are more or less settled in our new home in a small village in Drenthe. It’s beautiful and peaceful here, with some proper woods nearby, where I’ve already enjoyed a few walks. Still,…

The only way out is through (some writing advice)

I wanted to share something I’ve discovered, while completing two first drafts of novels and a memoir which has had a bunch of re-writes/edits, and beta readers. 4-5 years ago, I never ever thought I’d have accomplished any of this. I could never see anything through, always flitting from idea to idea, only writing when…

Poem: A Change in the Weather

I like rain, I tell myself. I would rather bundle up against the cold than face the slick sheen of sweat and sunscreen that feels heavy on my face and distorts my vision, – an inevitable consequence of summer. And all of this is true. But, as the heat rolls in, with its pungent floral…