Day 78
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
Browsing Category: Writing
Day 77
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
Day 76
C and K, our London daughters, suggested the entire family sign up to a tracking app so that we can see where each member of the family is at all… Continue Reading
Day 75
Last night, I had a long video call with my best friend in New Zealand, someone I met through work in 2007, and whom I spent some time in the… Continue Reading
Day 73
A very busy day ahead. A very busy week, in fact. It will be Friday evening before I’ve even thought about it. We pack our days with so many things…. Continue Reading
Day 72
Just now, I accidentally freed a fly from a spider’s web on the outside of the office door. Maybe it’s a metaphor for something. Two-way guilt. Guilt at depriving the… Continue Reading
Day 71
I can already say that Humankind by Rutger Bregman is a brilliant book, and I’m very grateful to have been gifted it. Of course, I can’t say until the very end… Continue Reading
Day 70
My head still fuzzy from deep sleep. Totally weird dreams last night. DJs and parties, restaurants serving swill. Wandering without belongings. Waking in strange paces. Not belonging. Following not leading…. Continue Reading
Day 69
Have you ever seen a discarded note or letter on the pavement and wanted to pick it up? I did yesterday, and it seemed like a physical confirmation of my… Continue Reading
Day 68
Self-censorship doesn’t merely happen in the moment just before the words hit the paper, or the immediate moment afterwards. It happens all the time. I have developed this unfortunate capacity… Continue Reading