Seems it is the season for the weird, wacky and downright
awesome in the name of competition.
Stuff the London Olympics and the Tour de France – I would much rather
hear about the training regime of five time World Wife Carrying Championship
competition winners Taisto Miettinen and Kristiina Haapanen, or how one decides
on the art piece that will become their entry for the North American Beard and
Moustache Championships! But ultimately,
I have got to get myself to Moscow next year for Glamour Magazine’s annual
high-heels run…and I have already signed myself up as taste tester for the
Diageo Reserve World Class Bartender of the Year competition – the perfect way
to top off a world of fun and games.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Monday, July 09, 2012
Motivate.
Today the on screen sentences are disappearing faster than
they are appearing as I cull last night’s ‘genius’ short story beginning from a
stark looking word document. I must have dreamt that I had passed the 1,000
word mark…and dreamt that the words linked to make any sense, made any form,
were tied to a central theme. It is 10am. My cup of tea is cold.
I flick back through an accumulation
of post it notes scribbled on during breaks in slumber. Depressingly, they too
seem to be disjointed, but I add them to the increasing glaring desktop
document titled ‘WRITING INSPIRATION’. ‘Star anise’ is added along with ‘truss’
‘viscid’ ‘mettle’ and ‘birr’. I add a reminder note to ‘make every sentence
clear’ and ‘not get caught up in complicated description’. And then I begin to
procrastinate.
There is a program that allows you to
ban yourself from social media for a period of time. I should really Google that,
find out the program I need to install, but not today. I scroll down the
Facebook News Feed, clicking on high school ‘friends’ with fresh offspring, travel
plans and Monday vices. Already bored of it, I am ALT TABing from Flikr to
Tumblr, Pinterest to LinkedIn, Bloglovin to Gmail. I have to get out of the
house...
Friday, July 06, 2012
Timed. Tock.
She practices your in and out. Whispers into your
soothe.
Breathes in deep your dreaming.
She fears loss. Ebbs by clinging in. Clinging on.
Tangles about you in weathered worry.
She forgets your memories. Stitches you in together
depths.
Hollows vessels. Pinches spirit.
She watches the trees grow winter.
Nestles in closer. Feeds on hibernation. Scratches at
your bones.
Until they become hers.
Until they become hers.
Until she can’t separate.
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