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writing, not drowning
woman of parts - made in London
Interests: My family and friends, books and more books, writing, dogs, cats, films, visual arts, watching the wildlife, photography, music (Bob Dylan to Bach), singing (with the Exe Valley Voices), yoga, Pilates, and trying to pretend that I'm not really a pensioner. I live in an ancient, costly and crumbling homestead in Devon, which means that I'm still working - I run creative writing courses in Devon and mentor aspiring and novice writers around the world, courtesy of Skype and Facetime. But moves are afoot . . . A senior citizen? Moi?
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So . . . as many boxes as can be hidden away in a storage unit have been stuffed to the brim and tightly sealed. There has not been enough time to go through every single item in this house... Continue reading
Posted Jul 8, 2018 at writing, not drowning
The faithful Miss P Where was I? Oh, yes, it was two years ago. How time flies . . . apologies for having apparently abandoned the dear old ageing blog; it wasn't intentional but stuff happens, doesn't it? Thank you... Continue reading
Posted Jun 9, 2018 at writing, not drowning
So, just a few months away from blogging but the events of the recent weeks make me feel as if it has been a lifetime. Not laziness on my part, the reasons have been many and various; one potentially wonderful,... Continue reading
Posted Jun 27, 2016 at writing, not drowning
So, that was January 2016. It will not be missed, unlike the people whose passing it marked. A strange, dark time, during which we seemed to reel from one unbelievable headline to another. There is nothing unbelievable about death; it... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2016 at writing, not drowning
Who am I to disagree with Giuseppe Verdi? I am, in fact, in total agreement and have been for, oh, more than half a century. And every year, usually in spring, I long to be there. These days, however, I... Continue reading
Posted Nov 3, 2015 at writing, not drowning
In 1994, I met someone who was to become - and who remains - one of my closest friends. We had embarked the previous year, but at different colleges, on a demanding and challenging journey of learning - studying homeopathy... Continue reading
Posted Oct 11, 2015 at writing, not drowning
Hmm; no sooner do I take to the blog again than I am knocked almost hors de combat by a virus that has been unpleasantly similar to the one that arrived last September and took nine months to shift. And... Continue reading
Posted Oct 5, 2015 at writing, not drowning
I have been thinking about my mother a good deal in recent days, not because there has been a significant anniversary but because I have found myself longing to discuss with her the plight of the Syrian - and other... Continue reading
Posted Sep 5, 2015 at writing, not drowning
It's been a long, long time. I had to have a break from blogging - a six-month-long mutating virus, followed by weeks of post-viral fatigue. It was very tedious and would be even more tedious for me to write about... Continue reading
Posted Aug 30, 2015 at writing, not drowning
I cannot tell a lie, it was not Tennyson's rather gloomy poem that came to mind when I stood on the South West Coast Path and looked across the rocks and the sea into the distance to this - the... Continue reading
Posted Sep 15, 2014 at writing, not drowning
. . . step out from behind the curtain, after such a long absence? Of all the events that might have caused me to scurry back to the laptop, the one that I would not have predicted was the reappearance... Continue reading
Posted Sep 1, 2014 at writing, not drowning
On a wet, windswept Sunday evening in Exeter, two friends and I went to see 12 Years a Slave. It was just as we had expected it to be: extraordinary, powerful, and profoundly moving. For once, I had read many... Continue reading
Posted Jan 28, 2014 at writing, not drowning
Richard Burton was in a BBC studio recording his inimitable performance as the narrator of Dylan Thomas's Under Milk Wood. It was broadcast on what was then the Third Programme the following evening. At the age of six, however, I... Continue reading
Posted Jan 26, 2014 at writing, not drowning
No, I'm not under surveillance - can't imagine that any of my emails or telephone calls or tweets would be of significant interest to the Forces of Darkness. No, just laid low since Christmas with some sort of mega-bug, which... Continue reading
Posted Jan 1, 2014 at writing, not drowning
Today, on the other side of the country, people are gathering to say farewell to someone who was once the centre of my life. But I decided to stay here in Devon and simply light a candle in his memory.... Continue reading
Posted Dec 17, 2013 at writing, not drowning
I go round in ever-decreasing, but seemingly never-ending, circles about whether or not to blog and so the weeks go by, with nary a word written. At least not on the blog. Many words written elsewhere, just not on here.... Continue reading
Posted Nov 11, 2013 at writing, not drowning
Our Madeiran spot by day: and by night (courtesy of a Loved One): We had the happiest and most relaxing of weeks; it is more than five years since I last had a proper holiday and many more since I... Continue reading
Posted Sep 24, 2013 at writing, not drowning
I know when I am beginning to run on empty and it's right now so tomorrow I am flying off in search of the sun, which I am told is shining brightly here: I'm going to Madeira for a week,... Continue reading
Posted Sep 8, 2013 at writing, not drowning
If you take the girl or, in my case, the woman of a certain age, out of London, what happens? In this woman's case, London is not forgotten; the binding ties are still there and if someone should ask me... Continue reading
Posted Aug 23, 2013 at writing, not drowning
I had planned to write a bookish sort of blogpost but I was sidetracked after spending the day singing at nearby Coombe Farm: 100 acres of steep-sided, wooded and semi-wild Devon. A rather joyful way to spend a Sunday. In... Continue reading
Posted Aug 18, 2013 at writing, not drowning
Three weeks of almost unbroken sunshine and we almost forget that we live in Waterland and that there has been no decent weather to speak of for almost two years. Until the weekend when it changed back to the same... Continue reading
Posted Jul 31, 2013 at writing, not drowning
My dear friend, the Only Blonde in the Village, recently celebrated her birthday and we decided to mark it with a visit to Broadhembury in East Devon. Broadhembury is one of Devon's most historic and picturesque villages and has a... Continue reading
Posted Jun 9, 2013 at writing, not drowning
It's two and a half years since I wrote about the alarming ignorance shown by my erstwhile oncologist (and by one senior radiographer) on the role of diet in the treatment of cancer. So, when I read that today's Food... Continue reading
Posted May 19, 2013 at writing, not drowning
That's Arnold Bennett in How to Live on 24 Hours a Day. The quotation continues: 'We have, and we have always had, all the time there is.' The Zen-ness of this notion appeals. I shall print Mr Bennett's words and... Continue reading
Posted May 7, 2013 at writing, not drowning
I knew it would take something special to jolt me out of my seeming inability to write anything at all in recent weeks. I'd reached a point at which everything I thought of writing was dismissed almost immediately as trivial.... Continue reading
Posted Mar 17, 2013 at writing, not drowning