I was supposed to start NaNoWriMo on November 1st, but I was too er… busy. But I have written like a guilty writing machine type person ever since, not even remotely influenced by the fact that… more →
Complicitymelograna wrote 2 years ago: I was supposed to start NaNoWriMo on November 1st, but I was too er… busy. But I have written … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: The insides of my mind are covered in wallpaper paste, with bits of torn up Deep Thoughts half glue- … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: I’ve always had it easy, you know. Everybody knows it, surely you should too. It’s my … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: I have no idea what direction I’m coming from at the moment. I’m OK at work – the … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: I’m gazing into the foam on top of my cappuccino when a voice makes me jump. I look sideways, … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: Listen, Boh. This blocked thing. Have you tried senna pods? Oh, Mel, sweetie. You can be so litera … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: Bohémienne is blocked and distracted, but I’m bursting at the seams with wordy-goodness. My ev … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: My bookshelves are a mess. Underneath everything else going on through my brain, it is this thought … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: A girl insinuates her way between us while our saucers wait on the counter side by side. She doesn … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: Oi! Boh! Stop contemplating your navel for a minute and come and talk to me about mine (it’s n … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: What compels us? Why do I walk around all day with a vision in my head (of the littlest princess in … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: Deconstruct me. Take me carefully apart, and line up all my component parts on the table for examina … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: I want you to think I’m amazing. I want you to be astounded, gobsmacked and awed. I want the p … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: I got a comment the other day on something I’d written elsewhere that made me think: “Oh, thank God, … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: We walk on eggshells, here. We tiptoe over the fragile, crushable egos and self-esteem of all our fe … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: This line in the sand isn’t where my limit is, it’s where your limit with me is. I don … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: When we were talking about the relationships that matter, that endure, I suddenly had an image of a … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: When I was a child, when I was small, they were mean to me. They ganged up on me, left me out, would … more →
melograna wrote 2 years ago: Facing the street one window is too high to see into, higher than you’d think from the inside, … more →