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About thebelatedwriter

I'm a baby boomer who has always wanted and tried to write. It was only when I did an MA in Creative Writing in 2010-11 that I dared to take my writing more seriously. I write both poetry and prose and have had a collection of poetry published (A House of Empty Rooms, Indigo Dreams Publishing 2017.) I've also self-published a compilation of pieces from this blog entitled The Belated Writer (available on Amazon). This blog is for my writing friends, my non-writing friends, and anyone else who may be interested in these ruminations.

Was I a writer?

I’ve been going through a time of pain: pain so old and stored so deep I can’t even know for sure what it’s about, and the pain of a current situation which is very far from all bad but which, … Continue reading

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Oh dear

I don’t seem to blog much these days. I’ve always gone in more for the sort of pieces that could be described as ‘reflections’ than the ‘yesterday I went to…’ sort, and perhaps the reflections are running dry. Why not … Continue reading

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Being English

Another friend, Rachael Clyne, has mentioned the experience of second generation immigrants. Here is a poem, entitled Second Generation, about my parents’ ambivalence towards being Jewish. It was published in my collection A House of Empty Rooms (Indigo Dreams Publishing 2017). Second … Continue reading

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Blog to blog to blog: the identity thing

I was surprised and rather flattered that my friend Hazel, in her blog Dancing with Red Fudo, chose to quote from my previous post as a starting point for her own reflections. Although my post wasn’t really about identity – … Continue reading

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Blogging on…

After all this time – nearly six years – I still don’t really know what a blog – this blog – is for. If I read other people’s blogs, I often think: that’s not what I would want to do. … Continue reading

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The dragon lives

Sixteen years ago in 2002, the year my Auntie Tilly died, I finished a book called Meeting the Dragon. It’s not published, except among friends, and perhaps isn’t publishable: there’s a lot in it that I might not want to share … Continue reading

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All by accident (5)

I thought I might finish this in the previous post, but there’s still a ways (as a Canadian friend of mine used to say) to go. If I’d really tried, I might have been able to say it all in … Continue reading

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