Daily Prompt – Digging up your Digs

It’s been a while since I did one of these! Today’s daily prompt is:

500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long buried underground. What will she learn about early-21st-century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff?


What the archaeologist would find at the front of the house would much resemble what they would expect: technology. To the rear, where I am located, it would be similar to that found in the early 20th-century, the only difference would be the authors of the books and the printing and binging techniques of the books. This is what happens when a computer scientist lives with a Literature graduate and book enthusiast! Sorry Ms Archaeologist of the future, I ain’t making this easy for you!

But I can recommend literally anything from my bookcase, I’m just sad it got so damaged!


Daily Prompt – The name’s the thing

Daily Prompt:

Have you ever named an inanimate object? (Your car? Your laptop? The volleyball that kept you company while you were stranded in the ocean?) Share the story of at least one object with which you’re on a first-name basis.

I never give actual names to objects, but my laptop is my baby. I adopted her on the 13th November 2012, and though she has undergone surgery on two occasions we have been together almost constantly since. We’ve shared a lot of good times together, and she is the reason I got through my degree. People criticised her for being small, having Windows 8 and being touch screen, but I love her all the same. 

I’m not sure what I will do the day she finally leaves me.

Daily Prompt – Out of your Reach

Daily Prompt: Out of Your Reach

Was there a toy or thing you always wanted as a child, during the holidays or on your birthday, but never received?

When I was younger, I always wanted to be an amazing dancer. I had ballet and tap classes and did grade exams when I was younger, but eventually stopped a few years after my parents divorce because the travel and to-ing and fro-ing got too much. After that I did badminton and eventually found a Street Dance class to do one evening a week. The issue with Street Dance, I always thought, was that I was dancing in a studio and not on the street. I was learning the routine from someone else, it was often quote complex, but it wasn’t exactly true to the form for me. Anyway, I didn’t want to be a street dancer, I wanted to be a classical ballerina. I loved the discipline of the form. The way that the older girls were so confident and strong as we watched them stretch.

I never became them. Nor did I become particularly skilled as a dancer elsewhere (and my badminton skills are not the best). But what I did get to satisfy, somewhat, my desire for ballet was numerous books about girls learning ballet, which fuelled my fondness of literature and spurred me to think that perhaps one day I could be the writer inspiring little girls to dance.

If you read around on my blog, you’ll find that my interests have developed far beyond ballet, though I know that my children would definitely be introduced it at a young age, were I to have any. Ballet is good for strength, discipline and confidence. It is a beautiful activity. And whilst it may not be as cool as some of the more gothic interests I have developed, it remains a part of who I am.

I mean – I still have the slippers and certificates.

Daily Prompt – A Source of Anxiety

Today’s Daily Prompt led me back to a poem I wrote just under a year ago about the physicality of anxiety. I edited a little in line with the changes and experience a few months can bring.



red runs

down the lanes


through the tunnels

letting life

it maps


rushing rushing rushing


at the centre





the ground

is moving

shaking, trembling

you move

abandoning the epicentre

the walls crumble

everything collapses

zest lost

total desolation