Tag Archives: The Artist’s Way

Writing without, you know, “writing”

I used to catch ideas (which are so like butterflies, it almost seems cruel) by leaving myself answerphone messages on the home landline. The light would flicker at me when I got back in the warm at the end of the day: “hello,” glowed the message from a past me of oo, hours ago; “rememberContinue reading “Writing without, you know, “writing””

Glittered Knickers…

I love it when a plan you never knew you had comes together. An old friend up at Bath Uni decided we needed an International Women’s Day entertainment night in Widcombe. It’s over 20 years since I did one of these, back at the students’ union, so when she said, “Want to do something forContinue reading “Glittered Knickers…”

Tales From The Midden

I’m doing The Artist’s Way all over again, straight after completing the 1st go-round. And now, just reading The Artist’s Way for Parents, I’ve had an inspiration. JK Rowling said she only got Harry Potter writ because she did no housework. One of the many reasons she has my huge respect. My inner police-people areContinue reading “Tales From The Midden”

9 1/2 weeks. OK, 12. But I couldn’t resist.

If you were born after maybe 1975, you might not get it. But if you’re roughly my age (a grand forty-four and a half) you might now be hearing a dodgy John Taylor* theme tune and getting memory-whiffs of a tousled, sweaty Kim Basinger staring in a confused fashion at all the identical rows ofContinue reading “9 1/2 weeks. OK, 12. But I couldn’t resist.”

Fingery-Pokery – The Artist’s Way

I heard about it. I saw it in a friend’s vast personal library. He said “Here, take it.” It sat on my shelf for a year. I started it. Wow. I’m reading / doing / taking / following The Artist’s Way. It’s a course in a book. I’m fed up of feeling my work isContinue reading “Fingery-Pokery – The Artist’s Way”