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Working Hard To Look Like I’m Working

Literally 3 hours after that last post my son crashed his car into a tree. FFS, give me a break 2014, you’ve been unnecessarily crap so far, but, I am of course ‘grateful it was just the car he wrote off’ to add to that ‘reasons to be grateful’ pot. I cannot make this stuff up, and believe…

Thesis v Taylor Swift Mash Up

Honours Thesis/Taylor Swift Mash-up

Dear Thesis,           I say dear, but honestly, you are not dear to me anymore. I’m using this term of endearment out of habit more than anything.  Since we hooked up,….nine…months…3 days…and 8 hours ago, my life has been turned upside down. You’ve given me nagging doubts, low self-esteem, stopped me from hanging out with my…

One Hundred Word Story

One Hundred Days Greensleeves always seemed such a melancholy tune to play; Mr Whippy, still three streets away, was heralding a thundering of tiny feet in the house next door.  Through her bitter silence she could hear the faint hollow jangling of coin jars and a centipede of urgency that bunched up noisily on the…

She Loved Colors

Originally posted on Lucy Miller Robinson:
In response to this week’s Tipsy Lit prompt: let’s see what kinds of locations/professions we can imagine ourselves (or our characters) in. Write a scene that describes the location in a way that also gives us a sense of the person who works there. There was no way out.…

I am a writer. And so are you.

Originally posted on Tipsy Lit:
Proof. I made cards.  I mean like I found an online print shop and made cards and these cards said “Ericka Clay, Writer.” And then I started to hand out these cards and leave them in little piles in restaurants, at the gym, in the back pocket of the guy…

A Day Of Clichés

I have the best of both worlds; the world of intellectual stimulation at Uni, and quite often (yes really) on WordPress, and the silly fun stuff I chitty chat about at home, and when I’m out and about with friends and family. Me and my children share a particular brand of silly and innateness that leaves us for…