Day 86
Last night, M and I did what you really shouldn’t do when the clocks go forwards – we stayed up very very late, drank too much prosecco, and turned the… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Last night, M and I did what you really shouldn’t do when the clocks go forwards – we stayed up very very late, drank too much prosecco, and turned the… Continue Reading
This morning I’m wordless. It’s taken me 20 minutes to write this. My back is crooked again. It spasmed yesterday, about an hour before I went on air. That old… Continue Reading
I have woken up this morning with a song in my head which I know neither title nor artist of. I don’t even know if the lyrics of it swirling… Continue Reading
Something sweet happened yesterday. M’s random perfume club subscription which I gave her for Christmas delivered her March tester box on the same day as my Random Book Club subscription… Continue Reading
Another self-censored fragmentary. My mind started racing just before we went to bed, and I scribbled some words down while M was brushing her teeth (in the downstairs bathroom, the… Continue Reading
Just as I was going to bed last night, a random thought snuck its way across my mind. In the last few days I have spent ages putting together my… Continue Reading
Enough of the antihistamines now after 3 days. I can feel the psychotic effect they have on me building up (mind racing, depression, ears ringing), and my left arm is… Continue Reading
The problem with weekends is that M and I burn the candle at both ends, and that I end up sleeping too late, vacillating between things I think I should… Continue Reading
Two days of winter left. The wind is blowing the clouds across the sky. The sun is out. The office is dark compared to the brightness outside. It’s good weather… Continue Reading
After less than five hours of sleep, words desert me. Or appear to. That futility feeling. Not because I think no-one reads, but because there are days when I feel… Continue Reading