Tonight is Burns' Night: the annual celebration (the birthday!) of the great Scottish poet Robert Burns. Robert Burns, as it happens, is my favourite poet. I have many favourite poets, but Burns has my heart. And my deepest respect. In honour of Burns' Night, I've decided that I'd share some of my favourite bits of … Continue reading Poetry, song, women, and whisky: it’s Burns’ Night, everyone!
If there's one thing that I wish I had known about my writing tendencies before now, it's this: I write by sound. I've been unconsciously aware of this for as long as I've been writing, but I've only become better acquainted with how to use that particular focus effectively in the last year or so … Continue reading My ears are my editors
Sunday evenings always make me a little melancholy. It's got a lot to do with missing the people I love the most (my parents, my brother, and others who make me feel at home when I'm in their company), and a little bit to do with anxiety about the coming week. Autumn Sundays are the … Continue reading Autumn Sunday Love from Sara
There is a reason why I keep every single thing I write. Whether it's on a little piece of scrap paper, in a notebook, or on my hard drive, I hang onto everything I write because it shows me where I've been as a writer, my progress, and it reminds me (in moments of frustration) … Continue reading The old, the bad, and the moderate: what gets written on the way to the good stuff
I have spent the last few hours writing a blog entry about poetry. I feel as though it's not entirely complete and so, to placate myself and my desire to post something today, I will share one of the 5 (FIVE!) poems that I wrote today, instead. This one, aptly posted at bedtime, is called … Continue reading Tell Me a Story: a bedtime poem
This past weekend, I went home for Thanksgiving. On Saturday afternoon, my mother and I were talking about how much we love autumn and how it's our favourite season: the colours, the harvest, the crisp air, and the strange comfort of slowing down and settling in for the colder months of the year. As my … Continue reading “There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;”
I've been writing a lot lately and it has me thinking I may need therapy. What do writing and therapy have to do with each other? Well, I'm glad you asked. The answer is, of course: they have a whole Hell of a lot to do with each other (most certainly where I'm concerned). Being … Continue reading Writing as therapy