Author: Kerrythe M

A Windy Poem

The wind commanded this poem (and the drawing above) out of me:   Wearisome wind, Whistling and whirling, It’s windsome.   Whipping round walls, Whirring down walkways, It’s wildsome.   Another example of making up words, as written about previously. Perhaps there are official words I could’ve used there that would be more descriptive but […]

Talking about Procrastination. Again.

Talking about procrastination again (like I did here and here) I came across this in a book called “The Right to Write” by Julia Cameron. There are myriads of reasons we procrastinate but this is one of the more convincing theories I’ve come across: A primary reason writers procrastinate is in order to build up […]

The Presence of Pain

I feel like falling today.   Off my bike as I career down a dusty mountain path, dry plants slapping me as I fly past.  Fearlessly fast.   Or off a skateboard down a long, winding pass.   (amazing the amount of trust we put in these flimsy constructs of metal, wood and rubber, transporting us […]

The Significance of EXTRAordinary

I’ve been exhuming the past again and happened upon another piece of writing from a while back, as in this previous post. My much-beloved writing coach, Cathy Eden, often recalls this piece fondly. She says that capturing these snippets of life is a way of acknowledging and honouring the significance of seemingly ordinary lives. They become EXTRAordinary: […]

Present Perfect Tense

I’ve been thinking about the time when I used to lock my keys in my car at least once a week and not be able to find things I was “absolutely 100% certain” (in my imagination) that I had put in a particular place. I know that my mind at the time was definitely anywhere […]

Books Revisited

A world without books. Real books. Those made of paper embedded with ink. I remember some saying that eventually everything will be electronic. Printed books will be gone. Defunct. What a horrifying thought. However, I doubt that all the books could be replaced completely by virtual reality. Perhaps there may eventually be less of them, […]

Making up Words

The sun makes my eyes tired. In a soporific sort of way. The word “soporific” always makes me think of Beatrix Potter’s “Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies” It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is “soporific.” I have never felt sleepy after eating lettuces; but then I am not a rabbit. […]

A dive into deprivation

I watched a documentary a while ago about some friends from America that go to a small village in Guatemala for 56 days to see if they can each live on a dollar a day. [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ze72rpWp_Dg&w=560&h=315]   Their experience keeps coming back to me and reminding me of how privileged I am to have […]

When you don’t want to write

A friend said to me the other day that when I manage to win my battle against procrastination by actually being productive and then find myself in a procrastinating abyss shortly after that, I should just be in the moment, revelling in and embracing the procrastinating experience. Because something wonderful may just come out of […]

A Memory of Ordinariness

I recently came across a piece of writing I’d emailed to a friend five years ago and forgotten all about. Reading it again was an interesting reminder of the headspace I was in at the time. I was also glad to have captured that bit of my every day life. Even though it wasn’t the […]

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