Il-Divette

It's that elusive time of night where I should be floating into the deep sleep that I really so desperately need to prevent myself from living in my coffee cup tomorrow, and yet I find myself wide awake and scribbling in my book as if writing is going out of fashion. I haven't truly written something which I feel I have poured a piece of myself into for a long time. The most recent poem, Bullsblood on Ivory, didn't feel forced, didn't feel planned. I was listening to some music, musing at the late hour and suddenly I had a pen in my hand and it was finished. It's an odd sensation when you look at a piece like that, where you're not entirely

Hello dahlings, The poetical nectar running through my too too mortal veins has not dried out completely, but is rallying itself for a glorious return. In the mean time, I have rediscovered the joy of mucking around with snapshots taken from holidays and every-day occurrences which catch my eye. I do apologise for this slight delay in our normal programme and you enjoy what minimal offerings I submit! Lu

I've clearly not been paying attention- over 1000 page views! Oh Em Gee!! Just a quick note to say thank you ever so much for the support guys and gals. I'm sorry not to have been more active deviations wise: I've been snowed with university work for the past two months, leaving me completely drained most nights. With any luck, having submitted these two assignments, my muse will have had enough time to rest and revive enough to prod me towards inspiration again!! Be deviant-ing you later darlings! Lu xxx