Kizzia Mildmay

Word Herder and Yarn Wrangler

The fingers of a left hand are the only part of the person visible, curling over the edge of the grey duvet they are hiding under. The fingers are in a shaft of bright sunlight. The rest of the picture shows rumpled sheets and pillows, all coloured grey and in shadow. The general impression is one of sadness.

That was the month that was: January 2021

January 31, 2021

This is not the post I originally wrote for my January round up. I foolishly broke one of my own cardinal rules of blogging and wrote the first version directly into WordPress rather than writing it in Scrivener and then pasting it afterwards. The reason you should do that is because when WordPress decides to … More That was the month that was: January 2021

Outdoor Advent Day 2

December 2, 2020

I attended the 5×15 event with Carlo Rovelli and Neil Gaiman last night and was struck by this quote from Petrarch that Neil mentioned: We must write just as the bees make honey, not keeping the flowers but turning them into a sweetness of our own, blending many very different flavours into one, which shall … More Outdoor Advent Day 2