I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room – the last person standing in the house as the new day arrives. I’m listening to “Seasons of Love” from the original cast recording of “Rent”. Love this song. I’m trying to write more often, but find myself filtering more than ever. It’s a strange situation…

Last weekend I installed a writing app called “Day One” onto my laptop, with thoughts of using it to empty my head into about anything and everything – a place to unload. And then I didn’t write anything at all for nearly a week. I’m still using it, but rather than keep it private, I’ll…

Sunday evening became Monday morning two minutes ago. Normally I would be digging my heels in for another hour and fighting the arrival of tomorrow for as long as possible. I’m too tired to fight it tonight. I’ve been so tired recently. Being a busy idiot and trying to burn the candle at both ends…

There comes a point where you get thrown under the bus so often, you start to see it as strangely normal. Not a shock or surprise. It gets to the point where you see the bus coming, and don’t even bother bracing for impact – because you know you’ll survive somehow or other. It’s been…

We went out this morning in search of some new tea, coffee and sugar containers for the kitchen. The old ones had been knocking around the kitchen since the children were small, and were starting to show significant signs of battle damage. Quite how we came back with said containers, a biscuit barrel, a new…

It’s been seven days since I last wrote. Seven days of work, chores, drama, and mayhem. The last two days particularly so. I need to get back to writing – to emptying my head into the keyboard. Somewhere along the way I stopped doing it, and I kind of miss it. I’m not sure I…

I’ve commented in the past about falling off the internet bicycle – somehow not finding the time to keep up with anything, or catch up with anybody. I’ve decided that I’ve not so much fallen off the bicycle than mislaid it completely. Perhaps it was actually stolen? I could use that as an excuse. Yes.…

The clock ticked past midnight three quarters of an hour ago. After living with the default Apple task-list app for the last few weeks, I finally caved this week and bought a copy of “Things” – a rather wonderful task-list app that will run on my phone, tablet and laptop, and help me keep on…

Another week has whistled past. Again, I’m not entirely sure where it went. I didn’t run. I didn’t read. I did listen to music though. I’m listening to music right now – Carly Simon is singing about “coming around again” – she must have seen me running around in circles and thought “I’ve got a…

I think I may have unwittingly succeeded in departing the loop entirely. It’s been a week since I last wrote. I fell off the running wagon this week – only managing one run after a succession of long days and late nights. At least twice I thought “I’ll run at lunchtime” – only for lunchtime…