Moving House

Hello. Been a while. A couple of years ago I quit my blog Tucked Into a Corner for a SquareSpace page - well, I came to the realization that I really, really, really don't like SquareSpace. I don't find it as easy to use or as intuitive as WordPress. With that in mind, I've begun… Continue reading Moving House

by nightlight (400)

she's watchful of the night sky, waiting for it to arrive before she slips out under a cloak of her own making. outside, the city hums, content with the work from the rest of the day, and people are few and far between. tonight she's tempted to take a glass to the roof, fill it… Continue reading by nightlight (400)

2016: A Writing Review

Ah, 2016. I figured I'd run a review of the last year, look at how things have changed with regards to writing and personal-ish things. So my year's key points, as brief as I can keep them: Jobs left: 2. One was, admittedly, the temp-contract-ending kind of deal. I was sorry to leave yesterday. NaNoWriMo: Yes.… Continue reading 2016: A Writing Review

Tabula Rasa

I'm actively kind of surprised at myself, that I have't already used this as a blog title... well, today's not a creative sort of day. I've been all at odds and ends and my computer successfully aggravated me to no end tonight, so here we are. Last night, thanks to The Roadworks, I managed to… Continue reading Tabula Rasa

Vignette (6)

A young woman is hunched over her computer. She alternates between taking her headphones off and slipping them on. There's an open Word document and she types fast, so fast that errors litter the page, a veritable written battleground. Squiggly red lines and littler green lines are everywhere. She doesn't pause to run corrections. Instead,… Continue reading Vignette (6)

A Day Spent Elsewhere

I spent today hiking. There were boats involved, and a slightly worrying wrong turn wherein my co-hiker and I scrambled to be unlost. My mind latched on to something I was saying somewhere around the second field of rock, and won't let go. It thinks the idea wants to be a poem, but my brain… Continue reading A Day Spent Elsewhere

Vignette (4)

There's a house-cafe on the street corner. It's incongruously placed in the middle of the city,  where you expect to find tall office buildings and functional apartment blocks - not so much a two-storey house with a front yard and parking space. In front, in the yard is a mini-cart. It's not unlike a street cart,… Continue reading Vignette (4)

Vignette (3)

Note: I spy a lot of things while on the bus. It's a run-of-the-mill Wednesday. Nothing stands out especially clearly: sometimes the bus is packed to capacity, but right now it's not and we're zooming towards the station where people will transfer to trains. In the background, at every stop, I can hear the driver… Continue reading Vignette (3)

Vignette (2)

The shop is tiny, the very definition of a hole-in-the wall - at least, assuming there is a wall. People huddle together, each staring at a smartphone or with headphones on. They're all waiting for their turn to order a coffee, and they pay quickly. The outside of the store is very plain, advertising coffee and… Continue reading Vignette (2)

Vignette (1)

It's 7:34 and the bus is making good time. My shift starts in an hour, and this little village is just beginning to wake up to the morning slog. You wouldn't expect to find a village-style place in the midst of a city, but it is here. Red light. First one in at least ten… Continue reading Vignette (1)