ideas – Helen Glynn Jones

Maiden, Mother, Crone – The Silent Eye Weekend Part 1

When you’re accustomed to privilege, equality feels like oppression.’ I should have expected it, really. It was, after all, a Silent Eye weekend, and I knew from the previous one I’d attended that the themes and ideas would reveal themselves gradually, and in different ways. Last time, for me at least, it was all aboutContinue reading “Maiden, Mother, Crone – The Silent Eye Weekend Part 1”

Storycatcher

Inside me, stories wait. I can plunge my hand in and stir them up, like brown leaves dancing in water. But I cannot catch them, for if I try they grow wings like starlings and fly, scattering beyond my reach. Instead I must wait, patient, like the fisherman. Let my fingers tickle the water, ratherContinue reading “Storycatcher”

30 Day Blog Challenge – Day Twelve – Out Of Control

It’s day twelve of the 30 Day Writing Challenge, and today’s prompt is: Out Of Control. And I have nothing. Nada. Bupkus. Zilch. I’m out. Christmas burnout? I’m not sure. I do have a lot of other ideas running around in my mind at the moment, but none of them really fit the brief. IContinue reading “30 Day Blog Challenge – Day Twelve – Out Of Control”

Walking It Out

I like to walk. I walk every day, through choice as much as necessity (we are a one car family) and, unless it’s really raining, I enjoy the fresh air and exercise. The gorgeous girl and I walk to her school every day – we play word games and look at the world around us,Continue reading “Walking It Out”

Fragments

Words fly away. At least, that’s how it feels once I get them on the page. Until then they bounce around in my head, solid fully-formed sentences waiting to be let out. I walk home with them, go out with them, wake up with them – I have no control over when they arrive. AllContinue reading “Fragments”

Unearthing Ideas

Where do ideas come from? Ambeth was inspired, as I’ve said before, by something that happened to me when I was a child. But it has grown and evolved, the characters telling me things and taking me down paths I didn’t realise were there, and I’ve learnt to sit back and let them tell theContinue reading “Unearthing Ideas”

Night Scribbles

I woke last night with a half formed idea for a blog in my head. Something about rejection and happy thoughts and yet acknowledging it was tough yada yada. I tossed and turned and mumbled about it, then went back to sleep, a smile on my lips, certain I had a nice post for thisContinue reading “Night Scribbles”