Where I try to catch the drifting thistledown of my writing life.
Every year I desperately wait to be out of the Finnish winter and into spring. Every year Finnish Mother Nature slaps me in the face with my birch allergy. If you've ever been to Finland, you'll know this is a totally unfair allergy. The snow is finally gone, the sun is shining and I can't work on my allotment, my garden, go for a walk or enjoy a Vappu (May Day) picnic without suffering. I was working our annual Finnish Scottish Society ceilidh yesterday and even though I didn't drink I'm suffering because
As expected I didn't write or post every day, but I think I only missed a few days. Some days were token writing exercises as I just couldn't find a prompt to inspire me, other days I wrote a whole poem. There are bits that might be expanded into a poem, some that just aren't worth it. It was nice to have a kickstart into writing regularly again. I especially enjoyed @toddedillard 's prompts as they were unexpected, sometimes surreal but always very original and fun. He has several years' worth of prompts l