Day 246
The novel I’m reading right now isĀ Author, Author by David Lodge. It’s basically a fictionalised retelling of the last days of Henry James (whom I must admit to never having… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The novel I’m reading right now isĀ Author, Author by David Lodge. It’s basically a fictionalised retelling of the last days of Henry James (whom I must admit to never having… Continue Reading
I occasionally break the rule about all of this blog having to be new writing, but as we move towards the end of what has been a glorious summer in… Continue Reading
The rain woke me at 2am. It sounded like the gutters of all the houses in the street were overflowing. The noise was overwhelming, and the sound of the water… Continue Reading
What is self-care, really? Is it taking things easy, or is it approaching things at the same pace all the time but thinking more about how you do things? Or… Continue Reading
At ten to midnight last night, I finally punched holes in all the printouts of this blog and put them into the lever arch folder M got for me a… Continue Reading
This is the poem I wrote yesterday. It’s for everyone who’s contemplating getting married, for those getting married, for those already married. For those of any faith, for those of… Continue Reading
This evening, I’ve decided to sit on one of the comfy chairs in our nascent library and write at least part of my blog here, into my phone, rather than… Continue Reading
Oddly, stupidly, weirdly, although I’ve retired from playing cricket, I am still shadow batting and shadow batting in my garden. But something has changed in the last few days. When… Continue Reading
For as long as I can remember I have stepped onto thresholds rather than over them. Always the threshold in the middle of my foot, my right foot at that…. Continue Reading
Perhaps I should just give up going to bed on a Sunday evening and officially declare every Sunday night Official Weekly Insomnia Night. I got all of three hours sleep… Continue Reading