Day 360
RUNNING We’re always running out of time, Always looking around the same corners At different landscapes, those parallel Universes of fear and hope, those Parallax separate lines that seem to… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
RUNNING We’re always running out of time, Always looking around the same corners At different landscapes, those parallel Universes of fear and hope, those Parallax separate lines that seem to… Continue Reading
Someone has stolen half the hours at least that I’ve been awake for today. I was up at 8 (I needed a lie-in after yesterday) full, of good intentions. And… Continue Reading
Thirty-one days left in the year. Thirty-one days to finish Aggie. Time is speeding up again. I did write two off-line chapters earlier, a touch longer than the ones I’ve… Continue Reading
It’s been one of those days again, when I’ve run out of time. It’s been a manic day, M and A’s train was late, and it took half an hour… Continue Reading
Today has been a much better day, partly because I did radio, which always cheers me up (maybe because I have to be cheerful for my listeners, and definitely because… Continue Reading
“I’ve been a bit worried about you – you seem so preoccupied with all the shite.” Thus reads the second line from an email I got yesterday from my lovely… Continue Reading
I lose the thread of my days when I don’t get this done in the morning. Time is really slipping through my fingers right now. It’s not that there are… Continue Reading
It was my decision to start writing this late today. There was so much I had to do, wanted to do, day job-wise, because it is the first day of… Continue Reading
Last night I dreamed of my secondary school headmaster, the one who told me I wasn’t clever enough to get into Cambridge because, that morning, I hadn’t realised there was… 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