The very worst days of my life were also the very best. Being miserable and exhilarated at the same time. Standing on the of corner of Princess Street, looking up at a sky that tried to be light but couldn’t and thinking “This is you, all by yourself…and every bit of it is wonderful.” Oasis
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“I trained as an actor in New York, and one discipline I studied was the Stanislavski technique, the basis of which is to live truthfully in the imaginary circumstances. That is what I try to do when I write. I set up an imaginary world, and try to let the characters live truthfully in that
Flynn and I are going on a mini-break next month. The last time we were together we were both living in the North of England. I was working for the Crown Prosecution Service and she was studying literary criticism and pulling pints in the Northern Quarter. I have some vague recollection of looking at bones
I have the loveliest back garden. With climbing ivy and purple flowers and white hydrangeas and a massive rose bush covered in little yellow sprays. Two tomato trees I’m determined to grow. My mother grew hundreds. Quite literally, hundreds. I can grow two. Probably not. I thought, for a moment, back in May, I’d like
I love these houses. They’re on the beach, next to where we stay, and I take tons of photos whenever we’re there. I want to live in the green one and write on the widows walk in the early a.m. I want to pull my hair up, slap on some factor fifty and drink something-fruity
I’m allergic to the sun. More or less. Mostly more. I don’t exactly burst into flames. Not exactly. But there is that blinding light that radiates from my legs. (Although I like to think of it more as a Twilight-Style sparkle.) Still, there’s something hypnotic and pulling about the ocean. It’s the four elements thing.
I have five stock smiles I choose from when cheesing for a photo. The Euro says I should throw the stock away. Go natural. But the truth is, my eyes are a bit boggly and it takes very little for me to look certifiably insane. Case in point – my genuine, unfeigned delight as I
I don’t take compliments very well. They make me feel all squirmy and uncomfortable. But Flynn doesn’t compliment lightly. Or insincerely. I received the most touching note from her the other day. And her words made me feel capable. And worthy. I like words like that.
I look awful. My face is puffy. My eyes are overlarge. My head is terribly unstable. Hubble keeps telling me my speech is slurred. He’s right. The muscles in my throat are tight and uncomfortable. But that’s not it. That’s not the cause of the slurring. I just don’t feel like opening my mouth enough
I’ve spent hours upon hours in the reading rooms here. I get all full of nostalgia whenever I think about it. The John Rylands Library, on Deansgate, is insanely awesome. If it doesn’t put you in a literary state of mind or make you think of all-things-gothic, nothing will. John Rylands Library, Deansgate
Rosie Hardy is a teeny little thing with a big laugh. She smiles a lot. She’s super sweet and witty and just one of the most darling people you’ll ever meet. She also takes phenomenal photographs. Rosie is in love with her art. If you didn’t know it from her 365 you’d know it when,