No More Excuses

I am not sure if it is laziness, perception, of a time and space measurable phenomena, but it feels like I have gone from documenting the phenomena of my lack of creativity to creatively moaning about it. So, when I haven’t been moaning about my lack of creativity and procrastinating effectively by writing, planning and… Continue reading No More Excuses

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Consumption and Creativity

So I am sat here on a sunny Good Friday, Deadmou5 on, and suitably gluten free falafel and a can of cherryade on my desk and I stare around my office which has been cleared if not sorted (a couple of give-away crates)  and looks like a creative space and not a primary school war… Continue reading Consumption and Creativity

M.E. Myself and I

It would be easy to be deceptive and duplicitous and cite creative diversions as the reason it has been 6 days since my last post. Real life is somewhat less glamorous, with the primary reason being a kickback from my M.E. and hemiplegic migraines that meant I lost days. By lost, I am referring to… Continue reading M.E. Myself and I

Dear Diary: Vlogging, Nipsy Hussle and Breadcrumb Trails

The eagle-eyed will have spotted a set of pictures of Cumbria. A beautiful sunset where I took the full opportunity to take a lot of pictures and experiment with some raw lens effects using a couple of camera phones, although I didn’t have any extra lenses with me because the main purpose was to celebrate… Continue reading Dear Diary: Vlogging, Nipsy Hussle and Breadcrumb Trails

Poetry Corner: Precious Gift

You told me the story of how I was so precious Why? Were those empty words what made it right Your comfort blanket of lies that helped you sleep at night Did they make it right to tell me I was broken Were they the justification for the price-tag of worthless That you hung around my… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Precious Gift

Poetry Corner: Pieces

What is left, what shattered pieces to find Are there any shards that remain Time has worn them away The pain of loss just feels the same I am grieving what never was, Grief over a fairy tale I pasted up Ripped into crumbling pieces My complicit delusion to obscure the void Of the time… Continue reading Poetry Corner: Pieces

Poetry Corner: A Good Person

Don’t hurt the people around you, that’s what good people do, The pain was never meant to show, no one is ever to know,   Day by day you just stumble on, pretend nothing is wrong, Got nowhere to fall, you have got no one to call,   You are not alone, all you have… Continue reading Poetry Corner: A Good Person