Escape

I’ve been struggling for a while to get back into my manuscript for the much needed re write. There is a lot going on at the moment that keeps invading. Scottish referendum (please don’t leave us), problems in Gaza, Iraq, Syria and the ebola outbreak.

So I felt it was time to creatively escape and this flashed into my mind. escape

And here is the text laid out in a more readable way:

Free words from trappings and uniform. Mind is drifting in an ever outwards dance with dainty steps. Desire to put ink to paper but not, no never at the moment to include those phrases thoughts to screen. But, but but- it needs to be done. Need to finish, finish and perfect the overall manuscript. They’re waiting for it and then I’ll be onto something new! But would I just be breaking free from discipline? Dreams in jeopardy against that too-fast ticking of the clock.  Time for a little escape and some clearer headspace to EXPAND thoughts into SPACES and ideas. New stories have to come from somewhere and the mind is too full of the must do, must finish,  must think this, must feel this and the guilt is an ANCHOR. NO ONE CAN FLY WHEN THEY ARE TIED TO THE GROUND. Yet here I go around and around and around. There is this pause though. This breath of air. We breathe. Shoulders lift with the shadows taken off. It has all been for something. And to remember remember always not just the 5th, but… for the words to run without FILTER. It is time for a little escape.

Fibi xx

Fortunately this ties in quite nicely with todays Daily Prompt. Hooray!

I believe!

I’m sure you’ll all be sick of me talking about this, but thank you Daily Prompt for a perfect oppertunity! Another reason to believe….

Currently my reason to believe is the generosity of the people around me. A few weeks ago I put out a call for poems, stories, artwork and photographs to pull together in a book. The purpose of this book was to help raise money and awareness for cystic fibrosis and the fire fighters charity via Alex’s Adventures.
I was overwhelmed by the amount of work I received back, and the immense quality of so many of the pieces.
One of my favourite things is a poem written by my three year old niece about her favourite person. Honestly, it’s inspired! But there are also some gorgeous short stories and many poems dedicated in love to those who have passed on from this world. I’m so proud of the collection and just feel so grateful to all of the contributors who helped make it what it was.
It’s been an emotional journey, pulling it all together but it’s worth it. I hope it does well as all proceeds will go to charity and help raise awareness for things that are close to my heart.
One final, enormous thank you has to be to a friend I contacted, out of the blue just two days before sending the book to print. I asked, because I knew he was into arty things, if he had any illustrations that would fit the theme. His response was just incredible. He managed to get three amazing pictures back to me, for three poems. They are amazing and so beautiful. His website is Unknown Creatives and they come very highly recommended.
If any of you lovely bloggers would want to review this raw and heartfelt collection that would be amazing! Please contact me 🙂

And here it is! You mean the world to me… a collection made and dedicated to love.

A Little Poem: Its those words again!

All the words tumble together

Spinning dancing, sewing , singing

Can’t help but move to the beautiful tune,

Feel the excitement sparking and bursting.

And the words rise up and demand to be heard

If only there were to be a way, for them to flood to the page

Unhindered, images to hands to screen to eyes to share.

A beautiful song will cause bursts of inspiration,

But send me spiralling

Come back down, capture the moment

That excitement, and pin its wings to the paper.

That glittering butterfly of thought and energy.

I love the words, but therein lies our craft, taming beauty to share it again.

The proof of devotion, over and over again.

I always thought that was a silly way to love, anyway

But here I go.

Daily Prompt: Origin Story – Orientation in progress

Daily Prompt: Origin Story

Why did you start you blog? Is that will why you blog, or has your site gone in a different direction than you’d planned?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us BEGINNINGS.

 

This is quite a strange one for me to be answering, given that I still consider this blog to be in its initial stages. I am only just beginning. However, it’s been a fun week and two days so far, and I’m very proud of my little corner of the internet.

In response to the prompt, the blog is still going ahead as planned and hasn’t, yet, managed to veer off into an entirely different blog-scape. I say yet, it is, after all, an impending eventuality!

But, to answer the first question, why did I start my blog? Well, I wanted to connect with everyone else out there is who facing similar challenges to myself.  I wanted to learn more about writing, and honing my craft. I wanted to see, if I could make this blog a success. All signs are positive so far – thank you to my wonderful followers.

Previously on a website, I started a journey toward publication. I was very excited about certain routes to publication. I was set on sending out my manuscript to literary agents, and did so! I also intended to pursue self-publication as well, and my blog was intended to blog my progress on that journey. The journey slowed however, as my working life grew busier. In recent weeks, I’ve battled with the nagging pressure, to write something and do something creative with my time.  Writing isn’t about ‘wanting’ to write, or wanting to be a writer’. As a writer, I can’t ‘not’ write. I am a creative person and I require a creative outlet. Unfortunately for my blog, I’ve been fairly creative at work for the past two days and so had less imaginative energy to devote to this place. However, I am committed to my wonderful followers and determined that not too many days should ever slide past, without an entry.

I leave you with a photograph. On my visit to Hatfield House over the weekend, the following words of William Henry Davies, were inscribed into a bench overlooking the River Lea. As ever, they reminded me that it’s important once in a while, to slow down and enjoy the ride. Not just race to the end.  The lines are from Leisure. 

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I lick your nose!

As previously advertised today is my birthday! Hooray! I feel as though I have been thoroughly spoilt by my friends, family and workmates and would like to take the opportunity to say thank you, thank you, thank you.

Birthdays are an usual creature. They’re a lovely opportunity to expresses how thankful you are, to have someone in your life. I see them as that, a chance to say ‘Happy Birthday – I love you and I’m really pleased that we are family, or that we’re friends – insert correct term here. Or I really appreciate that you are here, if love is too strong a term. So, Birthdays are lovely.

I’m not a present mad person (I much prefer to give presents!), although I grateful for all of the thoughtful gifts I have received! One present I had been desperate to see, was a beautiful Dragon made from glass. I’ll provide a link to the artist shortly so that she can take credit for her gorgeous creation.  It was bought a few months ago and I’d been cruelly denied access to it. I wasn’t allowed to cuddle it either! But today that all has changed, bwahah…

Dragon!

Lewis and Rosie, very kindly, clubbed together and bought me a book of poetry, written by cats. It’s called I could pee on this by Francesco Marciuliano and it’s hilarious. I would definitely recommend it. My favorite poems include such classics as, ’I lick your nose’ and ‘Tiny boxes’.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful day.

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Daily Prompt: A Friend in Need

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/25/daily-prompt-friendship/

Daily Prompt: A Friend in Need.

My closest friend is far away.
For the sake of my remaining heart, I hope that way it stays.
It can be a hard thing to be a friend, a true friend.
They are a gift, whose love knows no end.
Celebrations and laughter are easy;
Like sharing jokes and anecdotes.
But would you share unwanted truth?
No one wants, their friends to tears, reduced.
Do you pick them up, when they are low?
Even when they turn, on you, with blows?
It can be a hard thing to be a friend, a true friend.
They are a gift, whose love knows no end.