There's nothing particularly normal about being a writer but getting to the submission stage can be a bit like getting involved in a sado masochist act. Your hands are tied and what follows is steady stream of pleasure and pain that will have you screaming in agony and ecstasy. You think the hard bit is … Continue reading Submission & Other Acts of Sado Masochism
Author: Mags Winthrop
Prolific poet, comms creature, wry writer, travel trojan, life lover.
Dancing in the woods & finding your feet at 50
I don't know if I've mentioned it but I'm 50 this year. It feels like it should be a milestone and I feel like I should be stressed about it, but no matter how hard I try, it's just not bothering me that much. And isn't that the beauty of getting older? Things that used … Continue reading Dancing in the woods & finding your feet at 50
Bring Me Sunshine & the Demise of the Great British Seaside
It's been a week of highs and lows. Lots of weeks are. But not all of them involve the untimely and sudden death of a young, bright, professional woman in the prime of her life, with everything to look forward to... Losing a work colleague in tragic circumstances I'm sure isn't half as bad as … Continue reading Bring Me Sunshine & the Demise of the Great British Seaside
The Invasion of the Child Free Nation
Did you know that 1 in 5 women in the UK is ‘childless’ – I prefer the term ‘Child Free’ – and 20% of women born in 1965 reached the age of 45 without having children? The closet door is open. It used to be just a crack, but now there seems to be a … Continue reading The Invasion of the Child Free Nation
Death – Left in Limbo Dancing
I can't deal with death. It's the one thing you really can't control (I do think that you can control your taxes...if you're smart enough). I lost a friend this week. It sounds so lame. Like I left her in a shopping centre and can't find her. Like she's walking through a maze and can't … Continue reading Death – Left in Limbo Dancing
The Homecoming
It seemed as if she had been waiting for him forever. It seemed like that the first day she met him, and it still seemed that way now. Her hands tightened around the steering wheel as she watched lights in the dark, shadowy houses being switched off as the hours ticked by. How long would … Continue reading The Homecoming
When Love Breaks Down (The Horror Years)
More than anything, she was flattered in her unearthly world. Quietly pleased that she had, in fact, created more devastation than she first suspected as she had lay bleeding, suffering and unattended to for a matter of years. She thought it had just been her that broke. She thought it was just her who had … Continue reading When Love Breaks Down (The Horror Years)
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