Thunder
I love a good blogging challenge, and I noticed some of the erotic blogosphere are taking part in Every Damn Day in June.
Everyday I will be plucking a card from my Miracles Now card deck and writing about what comes to mind…
I love a good blogging challenge, and I noticed some of the erotic blogosphere are taking part in Every Damn Day in June.
Everyday I will be plucking a card from my Miracles Now card deck and writing about what comes to mind…
Well, it’s out there now
https://twitter.com/ninabrighton/status/745624623023259648
I spent today trying to get my references sorted and get some clarification on a handful of other questions I had. I’m not ashamed to admit I feel frightened about reapplying. I withdrew from my undergraduate course this year because I realised it was not everything I hoped it would be – that was my mistake.
However, I have spent months researching this course and qualification. I’ve bombarded the department and student services with emails so I can reassure myself I will get the support I need. I’ve reviewed my schedule on a weekly basis to identify areas where I stretch myself too thin and tried to arrange a well-balanced routine.
Last year I was ill-prepared for study. This time around I’ve tried my best to make sure I’m as secure as I can be. So, if I withdraw or fail it won’t be my mistake – it will be me.
Anyway, it’s raining and thundering and lightning so I’m going to gaze out of the window while I think some more.
What is a ghost?
Dancing tissue statically charged on a child’s crown
What is a song?
Sierra October November Gone
What is a truffle?
My or your pleasure, sweet or earthy, planted soiled treasure
What is a fog?
A side effect of the stress, screened for hours, clouding the rest
What is a cheese?
Coagulated photographic memory, sourfaced
What is a salt?
My mood
What is a thunder?
My demeanour
What is a clove?
I ate this question, clenching my jaw as my throat tightened
Lackadaisical
Improbable poetry
Penned in quarantine
Intimidating
April electricity
Buzzing through windows
Diabolical
Kissing individuals
Visit the neighbours
Appreciating
Thunderclaps overmorrow
Celebrate the rain
Multiplication
Of identifications
Cause unease today
Communication
Is incomprehensible
My voice overwhelms
Abominable
Abomination adopts
Anything I feel
Generosity
With rationalisation
Makes delicious cake
Imagination
Rewriting biography
With happy ending
Globalisation
Altered personality
Into a cover
Lately I’ve been thinking about Brighton a lot. I even considered a stay in the Nookii room (I was hoping to pitch an article about staying there and get my expenses paid!). But instead I’ve booked some days off to lay in bed and try to avoid the heat. My workplace has been getting busier over the past few weeks and I need a data detox.
The most exciting part of my weekend was that I managed to write an article in an hour and I’ve filled an application form to get my advanced learner loan written off. Oh, and I applied to do a nail technology course. Yes. OK I know it’s weird. Especially as most people who know me know I don’t wear make-up, I’ve never worn any make-up other than eyeliner, eye shadow and lip tint. I don’t even know most things a manicurist does. Other than paint nails. And maybe file.
I am tiring of feeling no control over my output. I want to try something new. And I want a skill I can sell to other people. So, let’s see where this takes me.