It is a mess, but it is largely intact. Lots of it I do not even remember writing.

This will make a decent project.

Thank you :D

An image of a figure in a suit. It appears to have a bowling ball for a head. Text reads: PASTA, 21st April, Arena Theatre, Wolverhampton. This month's theme: sheer unspeakable strangeness.

Have you had YOUR helping of PASTA?
You should. You really should. 😎

So, this evening, for the first time in three years, I'm writing science fiction.

30k words into the last NaNO I tried to finish and failed...

Let's see how far we can get.

Basement Jaxx - Bingo Bango (Official Video) YouTube video by Basement Jaxx

Up to date.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWPd...

The hard job is done. Time for me to work out what's left, after which I intend to do as little as possible for the rest of theday :D

RIGHT.

I need to send email.

I have them blocked, because they stopped being an aspirational point in about 2018 but I am so utterly staggered by that headline that I felt to say so publicly.

Seriously, did @theguardian.com prick its finger on an enchanted takeover bid and wake up after spending a decade in an Enchanted Castle OR WOT?

Fascism *never left*, lads.

That’s the bigger story you ought to be covering ^^

I had to go check the date of this. This was published TODAY?

Stating the bleedin’ obvious is not journalism, lads :P

My husband bought me pastry. My breakfast dreams come true <3

Stay well, feel as positive as you can. Today we get 14:08:38 of daylight. Tomorrow we get 4m35s more than today. If you can, take a stroll, breathe some air, get some light on your face. #daylightbot

I may not write a more apposite poem like that for the rest of the year, and that will be totally fine.

Competence Porn by S. Reeson let me hold you now without the need to reciprocate with no requirement to respond let me show you empathy without placing my needs first with compassion and gentle care this is not a competition I will not be selfish this is not about me let me make you dinner let us lie quietly together and this will be enough

#NaPoWriMo Day 18 and following on from the ‘five words women want to hear’ post I made earlier, here’s a poem for the guy who maybe didn’t get the memo about what to do when your partner is not coping well…

Distant Traffic by S. Reeson running water at 4am light altering darkness to lines of dawn that covers dirty windows the beginnings of a chorus no need to be anywhere except to lie considering a vital change of plans that if the road outside can be muted into mindful harmony let the chaos in me be so too

#NaPoWriMo Day 17 and this was started before I went to exercise and never finished, and then I finished it last night but was too tired to post it, and THIS HAPPENS EVERY YEAR.

I get overwhelmed.

This year, lessons have been learnt.

I do enjoy an unhinged british newspaper column from time to time, when it's about something unimportant. The statements: sweeping. The logic: absent. The conclusions: wild. I always come away thinking, "what did I just read?" followed by "why did I read it?"

Philomena Cunk is my Squad Goal.

#artgoals

A mannequin is dismantled ‘neath a sign reading “looks we love” near the entrance of a Macy’s

Looks we love

It's Friday afternoon (somewhere) so time for a take.

One of my issues with what is often called "hard sci fi" is that it mainly focuses on accuracy in physics but will neglect basic chemistry (I'm sure it also neglects other subjects like biology and the like as well, but let me stay in my lane).

Right, I need to cancel my exercise class. My body hates me already, then we will do some poetry catch-up…

./nods in agreement and smiles

A very stocky Exmoor Horn ram.

Happy 8th anniversary to the tweet that changed us forever. Look at this absolute unit.

I’ll never forget watching The Wicker Man with my outer Hebridean mum. “I just don’t know where there got all that wicker from”

I made you a cake

Somethinge ys happeninge wyth poetrye. It ys showinge up more yn unexpectid places. People are talkinge about it more. Walke downe the streete and a poeme will fly above you. Somethinge ys goinge to happen wyth poetrye, somethinge goode. Poetrye ys on the move.

Have written NaNo but am too tired to do the faff. Am a day behind on Instagram as well ^^

We will fix it in the morning.

Huge news that I cannot talk about until it is confirmed. As a result today I celebrated with a Lovely Day Out 💚💚💚💚

Appalling that women have been radicalized into fearing (checks notes) sexual predators, climate disaster and other genuine threats.