All posts tagged: wine

Doodle Wednesday

Since the launch of my poetry collection I’ve been struggling to write much in the way of poetry, so I’ve picked up my sketch pad and pencils instead. The image above was actually from a poem idea that I’ve been swirling around for a few days. The hand is my own, and I used a photo of my hand holding an empty wine glass as well as the very usefully close by real thing (my hand that is) to reference where the fingers bent and how the palm creased in this position. I spent about two and half hours playing around before I decided that this was probably as good as it would get for now. Unlike in the past, I decided not to worry about erasing mistakes as soon as I made them. I misjudged the scale of the glass to start with and had to make it larger a couple of times, and adjust how the fingers were positioned. I left all the original lines in until I was confident that I’d got …

A Not So Lazy Sunday Afternoon

For those of us living in the UK, today is the perfect day for a little stroll round and about in the beautiful sunshine. For once the weathermen have come through and we have indeed got glorious, warm, sunny weather. The English are busy peering past their nets to see what strange happening is taking place outside their windows because heavens above, shorts! Last week it was snow and hail and now we have people walking around in short and crop tops, dusting themselves with sun screen. That is part of what I love about the British weather, it is totally unpredictable and just because one week is one way, that doesn’t mean the next will be the same. So for me, this afternoon will be spent sat out in my garden, enjoying the sunshine and sipping a little wine while I try to write the two key chapters for what is left of the current redraft of the novel. Yesterday turned out to be a super productive day and just past midnight I went …

A Very Weird Night – part one

The other night was very strange indeed. It didn’t start off strange, it start off fairly normally, if a little dull. (Twenty minute bus journeys with only the company of your iPod, and a severe lack of interesting conversations to eavesdrop on, leads to very dull bus journeys.) The weirdness grew over the night. I felt rather out of place, walking through Bath at half seven at night, on my way to a poetry reading at the ‘Royal Literary and Scientific Institute.’ The dress I had chosen to wear seem to have shrunk overnight, the skirt seemed significantly shorter than when I had last worn it a few days previously and my heels wanted to explore every crack and nook possible. I arrived half an hour early, with no broken ankles fortunately, though I did have the wonderful moment of standing in the middle of a road as a guy showed me directions from his map. No cars came, and I did not end up as one with the road surface. All was well in …