As we approach two years of pandemic life, I’m realising more and more that it’s unrealistic to expect my writing habits to have remained unchanged in this time. I’m not the person I was in January 2020. Neither are you.
To mark five years of blogging on this site, here are five things the last year has taught me about writing.
Three months. I think this is the longest I’ve gone without posting on this here blog since I started it in 2017.
It seems silly to try and put too much expectation and pressure on this new year. After all, we're mere weeks into January, and already 2021 is keen to follow in the footsteps of 2020.
I can't quite believe that this website has reached its fourth year!
Each memory I make is usually plated up with some sort of delicious dish.
I'm worried that the hard work I've put into improving my mental health over the last few years is being undone by this pandemic.
It’s ironic, really, that during a time when we should be focused on the insides of our homes, I’m rediscovering my city.
Two weeks ago, Nuffield Southampton Theatres (NST) was the first theatre to announce its fall into administration, after the blow of the Coronavirus pandemic took its toll on the cultural community.
Spring is all about movement: springing forward, and springing up; new life, new beginnings, moving on, growth, freshness. Even its synonyms are mobile: elasticity, bounce, hop, bound.
It’s ironic, then, that this year's spring is defined by stillness.