I need…to take a deep breath. Because the minute I say I need, it feels like there is a rush of stuff that clamours for my attention. The things the world says I need. (Some of which I might quite fancy at points.) But it feels like it’s things, things and more things. I sit …
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M is for Mr Men
Returning from a very happy playdate this afternoon, I come in and remove my shoes. There is something extra on the bottom of my sock – I can feel it as I move through the house. On closer inspection, it’s a Mr Men sticker. And I smile, because being a parent is often about the …
3 Oct: What if…
Another writing prompt for today. What if…starts me into a nonsensical spiral. What if the worlds of Dr Seuss are real? What if the first of Octember will really come? And what if any of the wonderful dreams of children’s books can come true? I think this is where I go when I hear what …
I am not safe in second-hand bookshops
I’m sure it comes as no surprise. I just realised it again today when I went to my favourite local second-hand book shop. Books donated: 2. Books bought: 8. Hmm. While I can tell myself that three of them were for a friend who is looking for children’s books about Scottish history (score! had seen …
Replying, not writing
Hello. I thought I’d make sure it didn’t drift to a month since last writing. School summer holidays can do that to you, you know. Because I have been writing – but other stuff. The ecourse turned out to be brilliant – lots of food for thought, and some writing tasks within that. There’s been …