If you live in the UK or are a lover of poetry, you will be very familiar with the name Robert Burns. Born on 25th January 1759 in the village of Alloway, Scotland, Burns is now regarded as the national poet of Scotland and a pioneer of the Romantic Movement within literature. Throughout his upbringing … Continue reading Happy Birthday Robert Burns – Burns Night
It has been 200 years since the birth of one of the world's most famous literary sisters, Anne Brontë . . .
It's not only a new year, but it is also a new decade . . . Which my boss kindly pointed out means I have seen four decades on this planet. I am torn between a feeling of triumph for lasting this long and a sense of dread for the rapidly approaching wrinkles. With that … Continue reading 2020 Writing Goals
Today marks the birthday of the fine English Playwrite and Novelist, Wilkie Collins. Born on 8th January 1824 in London, and he became one of literature's most adored authors.
Write about what you wish you had said . . . You would go about your daily life and I would watch in awe. As you were getting ready for work, I would gaze at you and think about how lucky I was to wake up to you every morning. As you drove away, I … Continue reading Writing Prompt No.21
I fear there's no escape, from an inconsequencial fate, From the tears held back, from the hands that suffocate. I'm frustrated, that year after year, Has led me nowhere, And my dreams are left somewhere that I can't remember. I wait. I wait, And I see no change, Any view of a future, so far … Continue reading Something.
Being self aware is basically being continuously perplexed by your own contradictions.
Every day on my way to work, I pass eleven charity shops, all selling random books for less than £3. Then, there is a giant Waterstones, conveniently next door to where I work. This results in a lot of unnecessary spending, which I really can't afford, all on books which I won't get to reading … Continue reading October Book Haul
It had been years since I had left home . . . Having a love for roaming alone, Walking along the cobblestones, An "old soul" reminiscing about long ago. The bow window and the park below, With trees of yellow, red and gold, The literature carved into the stone, The view of the chateau at … Continue reading Step Outside
Write about the secret love of your life. He was always there. He made her laugh more than she had ever laughed before. He made her smile wider than she knew she could. He held her together when her whole world was falling apart. Seldom did she find comfort in others, but he was her … Continue reading Writing Prompt #19