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Creativity and wellness.
The subject of the struggling artist stereotype has long been an interest of mine. Finding happiness in pursuing creativity is difficult if you are under-privileged, because the creative industries, by nature, reject us. There are great auteurs, all of whom are quite well-off, and usually based in London, New York, LA, Paris or another city…
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Finding horror.
Originally Published on 17.07.2020 I always thought that I could somehow make my trauma easy to digest if I explored it making sensible and sophisticated, quiet stories, but I’ve realised that you cannot make something that is inherently ugly into something beautiful and you cannot make something inherently loud into something quiet. Like most, I’ve learned…
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Fearsome block.
Originally Published on 26.04.2020 At the beginning of this lockdown, I think, collectively, we all said I’m going to finish my magnum opus. It was a joyful thought. There was a moment, amongst the darkness, where we could hold on to hope, but it was very fleeting. To me, there is nothing more dangerous than writer’s…
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Beautiful beginnings.
Originally Published on 06.04.2020 I don’t know about you, but I’ve been feeling pretty anxious as of late. Projects that were blossoming and turning into something beautiful before the lockdown have since wilted and ideas I desperately wanted to explore have lost their value amidst all the anxiety. Hopefully, I am not alone when I sit…
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Silver linings.
Originally Published on 16.03.2020 I experience writer’s block a lot and frequently find myself met with the phrase ‘there is no such thing as writer’s block, only poor writers.’ Being completely incapable of hiding my emotions, I frown and furrow my brow. That sort of phrase is an easy way to degrade yourself and make…
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Roots and writing.
Originally Published on 10.03.2020 Rural Cumbria is a strange place to grow up when you’re working class. There is nothing for miles and miles and the isolated world you find yourself in sometimes seems like it doesn’t have an end. When I was small, I vividly remember the sky covered by dark charcoal clouds, but there…
lucy rose (writer) 