Books, poetry, art, music, nature and our place in it, science, mental health, stuff that makes me happy. Old enough to be someone's grandma.I am complicatedlight on AO3
This May I want to get back into writing. I’m not at all consistent. I’m at a point where I don’t feel like I can work on bigger things, because I can’t guarantee myself to keep working on it in a week from now. So I will take this month as a training month to get back into the habit of writing. I will do this by writing (or trying to write) 200 words every day. Topic is irrelevant. How great my writing is that day is irrelevant. Just 200 words written down. A habit taking 21 days to form was debunked, it does take a lot longer, but 31 days are a start I would say. These are already 140 words, so 200 words every day are hopefully manageable. You're more than welcome to join me if you like 😊
I bought this book second-hand almost 30 years ago. It's a collection of artwork and poems celebrating female deities and female-led spiritual paths. I'm a non-theist pagan so I don't believe in literal goddesses any more than I believe in gods, but some of the images and poems in this book really woke me up when I first got it - I found them thrilling and beautiful and they made me want to make my own art and poetry; to live more fully.
I love Rain, 1984-9 by Howard Hodgkin. I have a print of it in my bedroom and the colours and light and life in it are incredible. Tate Britain has the original but it isn't on display which is so frustrating, particularly because it's really big for a Hodgkin (1.6m × 1.8m) and must be absolutely thrilling 'in the flesh.'
This is a very well written book. It's also a deeply disturbing, claustrophobic book, with the two main characters locked together in an awful, toxic marriage. None of the characters are especially likeable, but they're utterly believable. The word that kept coming to me about the writing, about the characterisation, is unflinching.