I got no time to write that rhymeBut I got hours to surf onlineI got no time to start that bookBut I got days to clean and cookI’d love to sit down and start that blogBut I’ve stumbled into a viscous brain fogWhen that clears, I predictI’ve got a wonky shelf to fixMy pen is … Continue reading Much To-Do About Nothing
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Questions without answers: exploring themes of longing and trust
I’m reading To Shake the Sleeping Self by Jedidiah Jenkins. My friends bought it for my birthday; it’s about a guy who reaches his thirties and realises he hasn’t really lived, so he’s never really discovered much about himself. He drops everything and leaves his comfort zone firmly in the rear view to bike from … Continue reading Questions without answers: exploring themes of longing and trust
Write it out loud: dictation for writing
I've always found it easier to put words into writing than to say them out loud, there's something about the connection between my brain and my fingers that helps me find what I want to say, yet I struggle to access this level of coherence when I'm speaking. My friend rocked my world recently by … Continue reading Write it out loud: dictation for writing
Jots and Scribbles
I must risk writing badly If I am to write at all But what if nothing comes? No ideas big or small No dragons breathing fire Or knights in suits of steel No aliens or monsters No queens or spinning wheels To make a story out of nothing can seem an impossible feat How to … Continue reading Jots and Scribbles
Tea, biscuits and self-sabotage: a writer’s reflections on procrastination
Each day I wake up with one intent: to write as much as I can. In the morning I’ll start off with some journaling and a poem. I can often find time for a blog post here and there, but my sticking point is stories. Short stories come easier than longer ones, but the hardest … Continue reading Tea, biscuits and self-sabotage: a writer’s reflections on procrastination
Write it out
I used to be a great sleeper. If you asked me what my superpower was, it would be sleep. I was a sleep ninja, adept at drifting to the land of nod and staying cocooned there until morning (discounting those years when my children were young and a solid night's sleep was a distant memory: … Continue reading Write it out
Writing Is For Me
I’m going to write a rhyme because I told myself I would Sometimes I let it slide and feel the dragging weight of should But it’s easier than I tell myself if I just step back and allow That anything can be a rhyme even if it’s not profound right now The thing about this … Continue reading Writing Is For Me
The slippery quality of change: can we ever make it stick?
I was talking to a friend over the weekend and we were lamenting how hard it is to stay in the mindset of a shift we’d like to make. We’d read all the books, listened to all the podcasts, made some good progress, but when we stopped paying attention and let go of the external … Continue reading The slippery quality of change: can we ever make it stick?
You miss 100 percent of the shots you don’t take
This quote is attributed to hockey star Wayne Gretzky. The only ice hockey match I've ever seen was in Mighty Ducks the movie, but the man had a serious point that applies way beyond sport. I've only every had one story published before: a first person narrative which was published anonymously in an online magazine. … Continue reading You miss 100 percent of the shots you don’t take
Runaway
Ash checked his watch. He estimated he had five minutes until the next curfew patrol. He turned his attention back to the wall. A train rumbled on the bridge overhead, drowning out the sound of the spray cans as he worked. His consciousness sank into the flow of the paint as the cans danced in … Continue reading Runaway
Rae Cod’s Writing 