Storytime

A few months ago I went off to the poetry event at Christmas Hills (a very good gig if anyone is heading out that way) and for the past few times I had given myself the challenge of memorising one of my poems to recite. I always admire poets that do this, simply recite without that piece of paper or book in their hand. And yes, it's not that easy, and often I'll stumble or misplace a word or two, even edit as I go along (thankfully if it's a new poem no one in the audience will ever know)...but the reaction is always good. Always positive and encouraging. But the last one I went to I was not feeling the best, was even hesitant about reading anything, was pushed (in a nice way) to read and had no poem to recite. So imagine how I felt when I stood up and someone said 'do you have a poem to recite for us' and when I said no.....  they said 'awwwwww but that's what we wanted.' I felt like I had not lived up to expectations. I had failed, not done w...

I must confess to being a slob. Well perhaps slob is too harsh a word...but I do like my comfort. Straight home from work, and the shoes come off, slippers on...old cardy goes on...jewellery comes off. If I'm home for the day I spend the day in my old baggy tracky pants and t-shirt. Some days at work, I dream about coming home to my comfy clothes and my slippers...sad but true. And they are not exciting slippers :( I can dress up, and do, when called for. But basically I'm just too lazy. Unfortunately I'm also that way in my writing. Whatever's easy, what works for me. What I don't have to push for. Looking back over the year (who on earth was the person that put up on Facebook how many weekends till Christmas? when I find you, you are in trouble!) I find time after time, that I opt for the easy option. I don't push myself. Don't step out of that soft and fluffy comfort zone. We all have a comfort zone....sometimes it's that straight pa...