Sometimes I hear these conversations in my head. You may think I am crazy. When I am doing the most mundane tasks I start to catch snathes of...words, lines, poems...Once, when I was walking to college when I was 18 I heard a poem whispered in my ear and practically ran to college to write it down. When I was sat in my garden a year ago I heard ( Read more... )

Good luck deciphering my handwriting...

( In The End Nothing Makes Sense.. )

My sonnet is born out of chaos, I thought this morning I would be able to have a few quiet moments to finish it whilst Rowan was at nursery, but he's been sent home due to no heating. This is what I have cobbled together for class today and I's not very happy with it in the least.

Writers BlockGossamer strands of ethereal Fate, web woven wonder ( Read more... )

This week for creative writing we had to write something about food. We were given the task of stirring up emotion without saying 'she was sad' or 'she was happy' which I often seem to be able to do anyway, but don't know how well I have succeeded this time :/. Jan also told us about the correct layout of a story (which some of you may know, but ( Read more... )

I found this poem in the back of my diary from 1996. There are crossings out and corrections so I think I wrote it, but if I didn't will someone let me know? If I did write it I am deeply impressed with 18 year old Lisa ( Read more... )

I am posting this again because when I re-read it I noticed some mistakes and made some alterations. I am sorry it is so long, but if you have read it or the other story about Gandalf, Harry Potter and Ron Hutton then I would love to get some feedback, even if it's just 'I read it' or 'I wasn't quite sure about this one'...I am not precious about ( Read more... )

( went into a bar one day )