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Music, Love And Pride

Music, Love And Pride

By now you’ll have heard about the Orlando shootings. You may have been reading about them all of today and yesterday. You may have been sitting in shocked silence in front of the news. You may have been trying to contact friends and family, or warning friends at Pride events to stay safe, or wondering what this means for you as an LGBTQ person, or mourning, helpless, from the other side of the world. But I’m not really going to…

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Poem-mas Day 8: A Distant Ghost

Poem-mas Day 8: A Distant Ghost

I almost forgot about today’s Poem-mas post, and then when I remembered it was already getting late, but I’m not above staying up late due to an arbitrary commitment I made to the internet and which absolutely nobody will notice if I miss, so here I am. HELLO INTERNET. YOUR TASK FOR 2016 IS TO PERSUADE ME TO GET A LIFE. Anyway, after some dissertation funtimes this afternoon followed by a nap I didn’t really mean to take, I’m in…

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Poem-mas Day 5: My Lady Reaper

Poem-mas Day 5: My Lady Reaper

Today’s poem is a little bit of an odd one. I think it might be on the Sample Poems page that is lurking on this blog somewhere, but no matter, I may as well post it here as well. It’s from Crossroads Poetry, and it’s called ‘My Lady Reaper’. I first wrote this poem in about 2012, or rather, a poem that had a few things in common with this one. A handful of the lines were the same, but…

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Is This Love? (TCWT)

Is This Love? (TCWT)

I actually remembered about my Teens Can Write Too! post this month, although that isn’t saying much. (It seems like hardly any time since my last one, which I suppose it is.) I spent quite a lot of yesterday thinking about how I would fill the prompt, and realised it’s a very difficult one for me to tackle. This month we’re being asked to write a letter to a fictional couple, so I’ve been wondering who to write about. Then…

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Getting Over Lost Friends

Getting Over Lost Friends

I feel like I should have some kind of tag or content warning here: ahoy, personal post about Me and My Life and Things That Happened In It. But I guess that’s most of the posts on this blog, so you should be used to it by now. I’m not even sure why I’m telling you this. I think it’s because it’s something I would have found helpful to hear a few months ago, and I’m hoping that it will…

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Writing Love Poetry To Myself

Writing Love Poetry To Myself

I don’t talk about poetry much on my blog. Today it was a choice between a rant that’s been stewing in my brain for a few days now, or a discussion about poetry and positivity, so I went for the latter. I’m sure you’re all greatly relieved, though of course I might do the rant some other time. Like most angsty, adolescent “creative types”, I write poetry. Most of it is fairly dark and miserable, some of it is halfway…

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Books: The Greatest Lovers

Books: The Greatest Lovers

I thought about doing this as a video blog. I was going to take footage from this afternoon where Charley and I hung out in a bookshop in London, unexpectedly having been granted the opportunity to meet up during the interminable months between November, when we spent a weekend together, and August, when we plan to do a similar thing. However, I was so excited to see my co-writer again that I completely forgot I had a camera with me…

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Why Lie To Children?

Why Lie To Children?

I have to say, I don’t really get the whole ‘Father Christmas’ thing. I don’t understand why parents will spend years convincing their children that there really is a fat old man who comes down the chimney and leaves them presents – only to tell them later that they were lying, and have the children heartbroken. Why? When I was young, my parents never told me that Father Christmas, or Santa, or whatever, was real. They didn’t say he wasn’t,…

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A Thousand Lives Without Leaving Yours*

A Thousand Lives Without Leaving Yours*

Fellow writers, know this: you will never get to experience all of the things your characters experience. And if you’re anything like me, you’re probably thinking thank goodness for that, since, you know, I write tragedies. But there is one major problem here. If you have no idea what it’s like to be in their situation, how are you meant to write about it? This is something I’ve thought about for a while because many people’s reason for discounting teenage writers is that…

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Stay With Me

Stay With Me

I had a friend once. I start quite a few of my anecdotes, the stories I tell, in that way. I usually get one of two responses. Either my listener nods and says, “Yeah?” in an interested fashion, or they pretend to be surprised: “You had a friend?” People can be so wonderfully witty. I have lived in the house I currently live in since I was almost one year old, and I’ve never had experience of living anywhere else, because…

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