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I am on here under my pen-name so if you think you recognise my picture (if it ever loads) but are puzzled, that could be why! I am 31 and live in Scotland with my wonderful husband. We have been married for just over 18 months and our first child is

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Arts & Humanities > Thoughts on Writing Why you're never too old to write: 2 of 65
There is a well-known adage that says 'write what you know' and also one that declares 'everyone has a book in them'. These two pieces of advice would appear to be more poignant the older one gets, surely suggesting one is never too old to write. Age brings with it many wonderful things. One has accumulated vast experience, ... More..
Hobbies & Games > Yarn & Needle Crafts Memories: How I learned to knit: 1 of 24
My paternal grandmother used to be a prolific knitter. As a mother of three, it was a necessity - school jumpers were needed and the cheapest option was to make them herself. Knitting never used to be as expensive a pastime as it is now, my Grandmother is shocked how much yarn costs these days. She was brought up on a far... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken heart: 12 of 249
Did it prickle when you broke my heart? Did splinters dig in deep? And wedge themselves in places which Your tweezers cannot reach? Carry those sharp shards around And don't forget your crime; For somewhere in the universe I hemorrhage over mine. More..
Relationships & Family > Love & Lust How to identify your true life partner: 1 of 17
Your true life partner is someone with whom you want to share all (or most) of your present and future experiences with; someone who you know you will not grow tired of and ever want to leave. This partner will feel wonderfully different to you and yet fit into your world view and dreams in odd little ways, and have interest... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hate: 13 of 200
FLATMATE An empty womb and aching void A tumultuous leaving; Her face awash with maybe's tears Hypocrite in grieving. - Corkscrew curls, skeletal frame Awkward face of makeup; Disposition: delicate - "Not worth the space I take up." - Paleing skin and wasting bones Dark, this silhouette; Trips on everyone she ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The void: 2 of 30
Avoid the void She eats you up And pens your poems Without you. The void she comes On cushioned feet Sneaks behind Scaring the soul. - Avoid the void A pure drug Hallucinogen Acidic buzz. She weaves a web Entangles thought Topsy-turvy Twisted dance. - Beautiful stranger Captives walk Back to their homes M... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: The worst job I ever had: 5 of 55
I come from a middle-class background. I did not have all the latest designer gear but I had decent pocket money, my friends were all prefects (although I didn't study enough to be one myself) I never went hungry and my parents love me (though I fought against them a lot as a teenager, of course). In the summer of '95 I lef... More..
Hobbies & Games > Yarn & Needle Crafts Knitting heartfelt gifts: 1 of 8
When one knits, there are so many emotions connected to the act. Scores of us learned our craft from cherished relatives, friends or teachers; that we feel we honour in some way through every stitch. Our work is the result of many hours of our life spent in pursuit of pattern perfection. Countless thought-threads are bound... More..
Arts & Humanities > Thoughts on Writing Guide to creativity for non-artists: 3 of 17
Being creative does not mean that you must be able to draw or paint. It also does not demand that you fit anybody else's idea of perfection or 'art'. Creativity is the desire to make something from something else, to construct an idea from the materials to hand. Creativity springs from looking at the world in a new way. E... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: The rebel: 7 of 29
Frazer opened the flat's door to a skirmish happening on the landing, and found Bloater Mackenzie and Shacks Teirnan bent over in some kind of rugby scrum. "Hi guys" Frazer offered, leaning against the doorpost, trying to figure out whose head was whose in the shadows "nice of you to grace our wee gathering" "Not at all, no... More..