A room of one’s own
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Follow the leader
Perhaps it’s a youngest child syndrome, or a lack of self-confidence garnered from several years of working from home, but the truth is, I am in need of a leader. You know, somebody to show me how to live, to confirm all of my choices, to egg me on to take the bravest step. Even…
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Finally, after a year of trying
It’s here. No-one I wrote to wanted to take my book on. After a time of feeling the sting of rejection, I dusted myself down and published it myself. So there. Reading over a story I had written over a year ago, it felt like meeting old friends, and enemies too. It’s the book I…
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Every day sexism
I have frequently waved away my husband’s insistence that the above term is real. Of course, when I hear stories and accounts of treatment of women, I acknowledge it is a pressing concern, but my hidden away life keeps me innocent of it. Innocent, that is, until yesterday. We were all going to a five…
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All the world’s a stage
After more than twelve years rebelliously stuffing myself with chick lit, I have finally got my heavy Complete Works of Shakespeare down from the top shelf. It’s been so long I am surprised to see how many of the plays have little ticks beside them, as ones I’ve read. I thought I’d start with the…
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The dream
Two things happened recently which made me feel sad. The first was yet another familiar instance of wanting to be able to walk faster and further than I could. It’s like that common nightmare of needing to be somewhere and not being able to run to make it on time. Your head is telling you…
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Precious secret things
Do you ever re-discover something you haven’t thought of for years? Last week I spied something through the clear plastic cover of a box of books I had taken from my old bedroom. It was the maroon NIV Bible my parents had given me when I was fourteen. I pulled it out and opened it…
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‘I get knocked down,
but I get up again, you’re never gonna keep me down’* Now, the other lyrics in this may suggest the self-indulgent reason for being on the floor -‘pissing the night away’ taking whisky, Vodka, Lager and cider drinks have something to do with it, you would think! But, ignoring that, the two lines at the…
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Go fly a kite
but remember to heed the warnings from Charlie Brown first – the continual battles with kite-eating tree, the running for miles but it never lifting from the ground, the mountains of knotted string… I was thinking about good ole Charlie Brown yesterday as I sat on a rock on the beach, holding two of the…
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Be careful grown-up mouths
what you say, because little ears are listening. This is something I am often aware of when I’m talking to someone with my children present or within earshot. I have been rebuked many times when my wee girl says something that I had said (sometimes weeks before), forgetting that just because she is below my…
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It’s all so quiet…
Well friends, I thought I’d better explain the lack of blog posts lately. I have been writing, but behind the scenes. Currently my husband is in the process of preparing my novel, Unmatched Brooches for publishing, and two others are waiting in the sidelines – stories drawn from Glimpses of Sky as I focus on…
Ruth Writes 