Dwelling

I don’t remember the date that the consultant told my grandad he had cancer. I remember the date that we realised he probably did have cancer; it was the 30th of November and I answered the phone to his GP just as I was walking out the door to go to a gig. The doctor[…]

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Post tense

I haven’t had the energy to write recently. Last month was tiring. I’m still recovering from my hospital day trip and, to be honest, I’m still recovering from last month’s unexpected outpouring of emotion. It’s draining writing something like that. The whole process of revisiting past events and trying to dissect them and analyse them[…]

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Listing

I love making lists. Of course I do: I’m a skilled procrastinator. I spend more time making lists than I do actually ticking things off. I’m one of those people who has to make pretty lists, with perfect handwriting and washi tape and stickers. No wonder I don’t have time to actually get anything productive[…]

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Personal account

It’s nearly 5am. I couldn’t sleep; I’ve given up. I can’t seem to write, either. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a journalist. I don’t know what particular kind of journalist; I used to write about anything and everything, even stuff I didn’t have a clue about. I just wanted to write[…]

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