February 11, 2017

The House by the Sea | #CapturedInWords

I woke from a dream of an old life where I slept in the attic room of a tall, dishevelled town house by the sea. The tired timber frame would lull and groan in the night, as if it were the waves themselves, and in my half-waking thoughts I would imagine it toppling right over. I would wake with a view of the water winking at me from the horizon. 

That's the thing about the sea: it's as powerful as it is beautiful and, quite often, it likes to remind you so in its clever and terrible ways.


I have a terrible habit of never finishing what I set out to write and you know what? That’s fine. For me, writing is a progressive, evolutionary act and so I try to publish in short, first drafts to give myself less of a hard time and the freedom to capture whatever I feel at a given time. 

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