Month: January 2015

Poem – The Death of Baldur

I can't tell you how long I've been obsessed with the Norse myth of the Death of Baldur (if you don't know the story, here's the bare bones).  Something about it definitely presses my buttons... This poem is about an early part of the story - the magical oath Baldur's mother Frigg makes with the world that nothing can harm him. I've got a vague plan to write a (YA?) novel, a modern retelling of the Baldur myth; it would be a modern retelling focus on the relationship between the two brothers in the story (rather than this poem's focus on on the mother).  Still in note form at the moment, I'll get to it one day. Meanwhile, while I'm writing about mothers...   The Death of Baldur   When Baldur, her first child, is born, Frigg’s world collapses to a point, As if her vision telescopes upon The locus of his cranium, Its…

Nutrition for… distracted writers

So delighted to have a contribution from a guest blogger - the very wonderful nutritionist and writer Belle Amatt.  Find out more about Belle here. "I am familiar with self-distraction, very familiar. It is 10.28 am. My plan was to start writing this at 9.15. In the meantime I have made coffee with meticulous measuring of the grains, sweeping away of the powdery remains. I have put out damp washing, uncharacteristically pegging the socks into pairs, lining up PJ bottoms with PJ tops. Further atypical behaviour, I’m ashamed to say I indulged in some mindless eating. That handful of nuts and the dried cranberry chaser, consumed whilst standing indeed, goes against one of my most closely held nutrition principles: be mindful of every bite. Does this scene of conscious distraction for the task in hand sound familiar? It is not that I don’t relish the idea of writing this post. Indeed,…