ness kingsley: writes, reads, rants & rambles
It started because I'm as excellent at remembering birthdays as I am at maths. (I am terrible at maths.) Recently, I wrote the words 'The End' to Project If. I've been basking in the weight of 'I must get this story told' finally - FINALLY - rolling off my shoulders. Sure, there's so much more… Continue reading writing a first draft
to one dead - francis ledwidge A blackbird singingOn a moss-upholstered stone,Bluebells swinging,Shadows wildly blown,A song in the wood,A ship on the sea.The song was for youAnd the ship was for me.A blackbird singingI hear in my troubled mind,Bluebells swingingI see in a distant wind.But sorrow and silenceAre the wood's threnody,The silence for youAnd the… Continue reading to one dead
It isn't for pride, it isn't for fame, it isn't for anything except a single thing: I want to take joy in what my imagination has produced.
Let me regale you with the adventures I've somewhat recently taken between the pages of books, thundering away at a keyboard, and - memorably - in a cinema seat. YOUNG ADULT NOVELS AND I STILL DON'T GET ALONG I DNF'd A Curse So Dark and Lonely - it wasn't my cup of tea, and ...… Continue reading books and movies and entwives
I'm trying to establish a routine. This is the first week I have implemented Operation Get More Sleep and Write and Read as Much as Possible. (OGMSWRMP for short.) (I pick the best Operation names) Here's the bare bones of it: Get up at 5:15-20ish, devotions, write for ten - twenty minutes, go to work.… Continue reading unicorn poop, early mornings, and the grey wolf: a routine(ish)
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