It hangs just covering part of my hand Tickling and annoying. I watch it for a time and then I can't help it. Pinching it I pull. At first nothing seems wrong, It unravels... That piece of string becomes a rope. It twists up in my hands Knots and plaits Until I can't see what… Continue reading Unravel
What's in a label? Am I an artist or a writer or an illustrator? What am I? Does it even matter? Should I be more confining in what I do so that I can become just one thing? I'm anglo indian, but I'm not. I'm a writer, but also an artist, and an illustrator. I… Continue reading Label
Some write to silence. Others to the radio. Me? I write to music. Adelle Mumford and sons Will Young Nickelback Anything that suits the mood. My taste in music? Is my own.
I have been digging. Getting ready for the cabbages. Lots of mud... And now I ache.
Went to the shops today for a canvas... Came back with a bed spread. Not even I can work that one out.
Slam that door! Go on! Put all your self-doubt in there... That room where the walls can't be seen, the one you never visit. Mine is metal. Can't be opened without a key and I through it away ages ago. In there I put the doubts the bullies the name-callers and finger pointers. I've also… Continue reading Let it go…
I have a workshop where I write. It's a box that is warm in the winter and cool in the summer. Shelves cover one wall and art adorns the sides. A window sits but you can't see out. Instead the cool green of young trees filter the light. A sofa takes up the far wall,… Continue reading My space
If only I could write without needing an edit... *sigh* I hate editing. But the first 8 chapters of the next book needs working on. So I'm going in. I may be a while. Perhaps I need tea first. Is that an avoidance strategy? Possibly. But tea always helps.
I never have enough of it. But at night I lie awake fraught with worries... Do I draw? Do I write? What should I draw? What should I write? But then as the sun rises I see that it doesn't matter as long as I do one or the other. Smiling, I get up and… Continue reading Time
It was the tune I listened to walking the dog. I good beat and a steady tune. When Will I? When Will I Be Famous? But in truth, for me it was just a beat. I have no intention of becoming famous I want to be unknown. I want to walk around without recognition. Maybe… Continue reading When Will I Be Famous?