‘In the midst of life we are in death’ 07/05/2026

‘In the midst of life we are in death’ 07/05/2026

I suppose I should say ‘Happy New Year’ – maybe I am just wishing we’d had one.

Too many things have happened between my last post here and now to write about. The most important thing is that my mum died a few weeks ago.

I have yet to resume either writing or gardening or anything else I was doing before Christmas 2025. I have not yet regrouped.

All I can say is that I can plant the vegetable garden. That the stories are where I left them, so I can write on when I want to. The grass is growing, so I guess we will be silaging soon.

4th Aug – 10 August 2025

Actually got coffee outside one morning this week

Got swimming this week, and I got to the gym for the ‘referral’ interview. The fiction writing and illustration stuff I was doing went well; and I put in some walks around the farm with the little guys. Kept up with my ‘live’ notes on Substack, and the septic tank got emptied and I also had ‘art material and supply use’ sessions, joining in ‘live’ with groups or independently. 

 

 

06/05/2023 -23/05/2023

Rufus

Poor Rufus! The weather conditions came in on the side of sweet itch midges, and he had a nasty blast even with his rug and lamed himself itching. That and the extra grass tummy, and he has found himself in for large parts of the day and all night. He is now sound – which is a relief.

😀

06/05/2023 – 23/05/2023 Writing, Research and Reading

That should probably be Reading, Research and Writing… And Tools.

One of the issues I have been ignoring is that I no longer believe in the Indie publishing model I was working towards. Things change, and while I have been Not Writing, I have watched, listened and noticed that many indies are having trouble with Amazon one way or another – ditto the Twitter Thing and the Tick Toc Thing. Continue reading

March 2023

March 2023

Everything moved towards this in April.

Most of this month was spent ‘brain-storming’…

When you think that nothing you do matters, then, as they say, the only thing that you do matters.

Do I still want to be a Writer?

That is a kind of ‘I am writing’, so I must want to… The problem is that too much ‘wanting’ to crushes the ability to travel into story worlds.

I have used art practise to move around all kinds of mental blocks for a couple of years, and the end of March ’23 has proved the worth of that again; my Mum has hit a crisis with her dementia and is in the local hospital as I write this. Unfortunately, I had just decided to challenge myself to finish a story I started pre ‘Open House Surgery’ during Camp Nanno this year.

If you ring and speak to someone or visit that hospital to see a loved one, you can process what is happening. But, at the moment, Mum is quarantined, and the situation is such that you get put through to the ward, but either no one answers or you are told that someone will phone you back – which doesn’t happen. So that triggers the brain to make you keep calling or has you on tenter hooks in case they ring, resulting in overwhelming and paralysing anxiety. The ways I can deal with this are to:

a) ‘Sucker punch’ the general switch board once a week with ‘Is my mother dead?’ – which gets instant phone backs !_! 🙁  I don’t do it more often.

b) Put my phone on aeroplane mode. This is awful, but it’s the only way to take your mind off what might be happening and get on with anything. IMO they don’t ring me now that she lives in residential care as they don’t need to send her back here – Next of Kin or not. 🙁

c) When I wake up, I reconnect the phone, and I get straight on with setting up planning, plotting and character stuff in a bag till sunrise. As the sun rises, so does any anxiety about what Mum might be enduring, and ‘The Need to Know’ takes over. But I have moved the wheel towards Camp Nanno regardless.

The story I want to attempt to finish in April is a light-hearted paranormal adventure. I had initially planned it at 60K. There are Bank Holl’s in April, and OH is off for one week doing lorry stuff, so he will be at home. Even allowing for those things, there is time to finish ‘Moonshine’ if I keep showing up first thing’. At the moment, I barely remember the plot, let alone the characters, so this week, I will refresh those notes and my memory. I will see if there is any magic left.

I very much hope my poor mum and the other poorly folk in that hospital are being treated kindly.

 

February 2023

I survived a nasty little bad back issue that had me sleepless most of Feb.
I miss my sheep flock but all things considered I can admire these and not ache at all 😀
It was these feet that broke this camel’s back after I’d shifted their poo mountain 🙈
Happy dry goats at grass
Season ticket for Abbotsbury Gardens provides a place to write, sketch and walk – coffee and cake a bonus😀
I’m starting to explore the world beyond my hedge rows for the first time since 2018 when Mum was taken poorly.
Hard to avoid being inspired around here in such safe beauty. Lucky people we are. Never take it for granted.
Happy Goats!

January 2023

January was fun out and about once the weather smiled.
Subject for colour swatching and art journal
Art keeping me creatively engrossed; surrounded by colours and light – what ever darkness stalked the world beyond.
Then again we had a little snow. Just a little.
The feral cat is now The Arm Chair cat and spent their first Christmas indoors with a fire and tv.