Hey guys, So I am trying a different wrap-up technique again this month and weekly seems to fit my time better than daily or monthly. It means I can talk about what I have been up to and what I plan over the next week! Reading: So, if you haven’t seen I have completed my… Continue reading Weekly wrap-up: March #1
Hey guys, So, I have just posted about challenging myself to get through all of my ‘currently reading’ books by the end of March; while I came up with that I had a great urge to get some writing done (usually when I challenge myself to do one, I get the overwhelming urge to do… Continue reading #wordchallenge March!
Hey guys, So we all know that writing makes us tired, we could have had the perfect night sleep (you know that I night a year where you can find the comfy position immediately and nothing wakes you up in the night…) and after a little while our eyes are aching as if we are… Continue reading Why & What I Snack on while writing!
The day is just a day For now I must forget, It is all I can say. But the day makes me weak, People always ask so I smile, Fake bright but too bleak. I stare at their lego houses, Watch them built on cards, Rooftops scattered with roses. This day is for lovers, To be… Continue reading The Day is just a Day…
Hey guys, So National Novel Writing Month is approaching, and approaching fast. The thing that will be on most people’s minds is finding the extra time to get all of the writing done. Now, if you already have all the time you need for this writing adventure planned and set aside, this may not be… Continue reading Finding more writing time: meal prep
From my seat on the bus, I glance out of the window; countless lives passing by behind the scratched glass. No-one sees me looking, for a moment the world is still. No countdown to my destination, No movement to push me forward. In that moment I merely watch, but in that moment I truly see.… Continue reading Hunger
Giant doors, Gold and red, Inside halls, Filled with dread. Cruel taunts, No tell-tales, Playground fun, Playground games. Bullied, Bruised, Full of fears, Always on the verge of tears. Still I went, I take my aim, Thick skin withstand, Each playground game. Helen x