My first words at the Nirox Word festival were ‘You gotta be kidding?’. This was me after paying a pretty steep R 360 entrance fee, having my water and snacks confiscated and then being asked for another R 100 for a yoga session. But in … Continue reading Words
The thing about a holiday is that it has to end. And I always forget what happens to me when I get home. I feel miserable. I take days to settle and mostly I feel a little low and a little weepy. I have feelings … Continue reading Aftermath of a Holiday
I was going to write about BOOKS and bloody autocorrect changed it to BOOBS and thank the sweet goddesses because whom amongst us reads books anymore anyway. My reading has taken a severe dip. This is not a good thing. In fact, it makes things … Continue reading Boobs
‘How come you’re not blogging anymore Violet?’ my difficult friend asked me. ‘Is it just for the winter or have you quit the blogging world?’ I had been thinking the very same thing. Why wasn’t I blogging? I thought very carefully before giving my answer … Continue reading And I’m back…
Too busy to blog These seventeen syllables Are all you get now.
‘Hey, I noticed your profile and would like to offer you a job, erotic writing, you keen?’ ‘Absolutely,’ I replied, ‘Erotica is my thing. Send me a brief and we can chat.’ ‘Okay. They’re Alien Abduction stories. I need five stories, ten thousand words each, … Continue reading Space Sex
Someone asked me today how I am and without thinking or analysing or overthinking I replied that I’m good. That I’m busy at work which is fantastic. And busy with life and a bit of love and also with dogs and kids and friends and the sweetest ripest granadillas and fresh food and fruit and very good wine and I realised something.
Even with our political turmoil, I’m happy.
Even with a love life that is sometimes in turmoil, I’m happy.
Maybe it’s the weather; these glorious autumn days with glorious autumn colours.
Maybe it’s the possibility of love.
Of new kisses.
Maybe it’s the dope I smoked.
Or all the dancing I’ve done.
I don’t know.
It could be because I finally learned how to use semi-colons which make me feel so good, like I love using them and I think I need to use one immediately; would this be right?
I don’t know why, I just feel happy.
Perhaps I’ve become less difficult to please. More comfortable with me. And you.
And with life.
I just want to shout it out.
I’M KINDA HAPPY.
It’s a good feeling.