2016, life, Uncategorized, writing


Storms are fickle.
Or maybe, it is just me.

The thick covering of clouds is a blanket.
Soft and cosy
Projecting comfort and security
A hug from an old friend
Whom you love more than you thought you did.

But other times;
The blanket becomes stifling.
And the thick grey fingers reach down to smother you
And shake you inside an inescapable snowglobe
A labyrinth of grey.

Comfort and terror
Contradictory, but not overly offensive
When you consider that life itself is a paradox
Comfort and terror in a treacherous tangle
Like lovers
Those whom you trust –
All of them,

Storms are fickle.
Or maybe,

We all are.


I’m Inconsistent


Can we take a moment to think kind thoughts for the Loony in a parallel universe who finishes the things she starts.

I never did more than one Fiction Friday. I never finished the WordPress Blogging and Writing courses. I only made it to Day 2 of the three-day quote challenge.

I guess I could feel like I’ve failed. But it isn’t that I gave up on these things, necessarily. I’m just distracted. I have a short attention span. I’m easily lead astray by shiny/wordy/funny things. It’s just me. I’m inconsistent.

Shockingly, I’m okay with not always finishing things. As organised, pedantic and planning-obsessed as I am, I am not a very consistent person. I work hard, I think vigorously, and I throw myself into everything, but my goals change with the wind. I’m a little bit fickle-minded in some ways, and I like it. My life is rarely boring.

Maybe I’ll come back with Fiction Friday. Maybe I’ll complete a WordPress course. Heck, here is that quote from Day 3 of my quote challenge:
“ A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson

Honestly I just like the word hobgoblin.

Is inconsistency normal? Is it admirable or detrimental? Am I mad? (Hint: yes.)

Xx Loony