I understand the hype of January, and the feeling of refreshment and changing things for the better. But I don’t understand the pressure of needing to be perfect by January 2nd. I have goals for the year, yes, but you can’t be expected to have everything together by the time February rolls around, let alone… Continue reading Settling into 2020
Wendy / Short Story
Wendy by Sarah Bennett We would run down the lane behind her house. After the rain, when the potholes were filled with water. Flecks of mud stuck to our legs and dried that way. I flicked them off in the bathtub before Dad got home; it’s always that way with fathers, isn’t it? No matter… Continue reading Wendy / Short Story
Poems and Squids
It feels difficult to get back into blogging, partly because that strange time between Christmas and New Year is over and I've forgotten what routine is. Also because in the past few days I've been submitting more writing to online journals, etc., so blogging hasn't been my priority. As I wrote in this post, this… Continue reading Poems and Squids
Nanna / Poem
My Nanna died last week, and I don't know if that's a strange thing to put online or not, but here we are. I wrote a poem (at one in the morning when I couldn't sleep) about her which will be read at her funeral. She hands me the plate Even though I have already… Continue reading Nanna / Poem
December 2019 Reading
As we reach the end of the year, I’m happy to say I read over 100 books! 108 in total, though I may be able to scrape in another one or two before January. This month I did read a few books I haven’t reviewed; two Irene Hannon’s (Christian fiction, not Amish) and a Jan… Continue reading December 2019 Reading
Writing in the New Year
While NaNoWriMo has me excited for writing my novel, I’ve also been getting back into poetry. I do write small poems frequently but lately I’ve been more motivated to write ones that are longer, more thought out, and not only consisting of simple rhymes. I want to write rhythms that aren’t necessarily expected or easy… Continue reading Writing in the New Year
History / Poem
We may not have all had the same demands, But history is held in all our hands. Voiced or not, Choice or not, We all have something to mend. Sarah xx
