Yesterday someone told me they were impressed by my notebook collection. Impressed further still when I told them they were all filled save for the one I currently use. I journal nearly everyday. Not just ‘this is what happened today’, but reflections and thoughts and emotions and prayers and poems and short stories and ideas… Continue reading A Poem a Day
A Haiku
A haiku for you. Staring at the sea Bleeding into the skyscape Toes digging in sand Sarah xx
Ramblings and Zines
It still smells like spring and the sun lingers in the evening, creating an atmosphere in which I want to both be waking up as early as I can and falling asleep as late as possible. I don’t want to miss any part of the day. My window is open even when it gets too… Continue reading Ramblings and Zines
Spring Writing
My days smell like spring which is lovely but I’ve discovered a problem. Spring is motivating for writing because the sun is warm on my back and everything smells fresh and new and clean and I don’t have to wear a thousand layers just to feel my toes. But I feel like writing so I… Continue reading Spring Writing
The Effects of Minimalism
I posted an eco-friendly update here, but I wanted to write about the positive effects minimalism has had on my life thus far. As I’ve said, I’ve always been a neat, organised person who doesn’t like clutter or mess, but even so I've decluttered further in the last few weeks. I wouldn't call myself a… Continue reading The Effects of Minimalism
For Lack of a Plan
The decision has been made: NaNoWriMo will be attempted by this camper. But perhaps not in true Sarah-fashion. In NaNoWriMo there are many horror stories of people walking into November with no plan, no outline, no plot. They go into it with nothing. And many crash halfway through the month because they don’t know where… Continue reading For Lack of a Plan
On Inspiration
On the rare occasion I am struck with inspiration, it all pours out of me. Easy. I feel accomplished, considerably empty, proud, and like this is what I’ve been waiting for my whole life. And yet. And yet. And yet it doesn’t happen like that most of the time. Most of the time I sit… Continue reading On Inspiration
