Sologamy is the practice of being on one's own. To be alone but not lonely. Of being unapologetically and happily single AF. I first came into contact well before I entered a state of sologamy myself. I can't even remember who I heard it from but the idea has stuck. If you don't I already… Continue reading Sologamy: ultimate self loving
I get hundreds of emails every day asking questions to do with #warriorgoddessqueen (or none, ever, but whatevs) So, I thought I would answer some of the more common/never asked questions I get. Amberley, what IS a Warrior Goddess Queen? This is a tricky question to answer. Because there is no real stereotype of a… Continue reading FAQ Warrior Goddess Queen
Can we please just take a moment to worship this woman... I have been on an Amanda Palmer kick today... just loving her soooo much right now. I even told a friend I would like to be her when I grew up. Fuck knows when that day will come... But just look at this photograph.… Continue reading Warrior Goddess Queen
I browsed through my notebooks this afternoon, hair still wet from the pool. I wanted to post a poem I had written. *shakes head Sensible Amberley tells me, sternly and without wiggle room, "No." I look for it anyway. Found it and read through the poem. I have read it so many times. There are… Continue reading Not today
I miss the way you look when you are staring at something you love The awe in your eyes The gentle curve of an alomst-smile on your lips Your brow smooth, worryless. Me: Sally You: Jack I miss your gentle touch The way you gather me up in your arms... Me: a dandelion seed You:… Continue reading Yet…
I cannot decide which novel to concentrate on. I literally write a paragraph of one then change my mind and switch. Please, cyberfam, advise me on which novel I should put my efforts into. Epic fantasy series, dark, piratey, demi-gods and goddesses, strange portals that cross over to our world, backstabbing, people getting stabbed in… Continue reading I need your help/advice
I am currently walking up and down my hallway. I'm not pacing, exactly... As part of my life-upcycling that is in progress, I'm trying to get fit again. It is too hot to walk outside and I have no one to look after the kids. I don't have the money to join a gym and… Continue reading Life-upcycling
The books I've read have always explained blood as smelling "coppery" or "metallic." They're not wrong, but they're not right either. Yes. I could detect that old-penny tang in the air, but there were other things too. They never mention the rot of it. The butcher shop meatiness. The piss and shit part that will undoubtedly be there. Because if there is so much blood you can smell it, then someone is either dead or about to be. A bandaid would no longer help them. Blood doesn't just smell like loose change. I should know. I was covered in it.
where I discuss bitch-children, their parents and what I would do with them if I was supreme ruler
I'm in a hotel room. Again. No tent for us today. There is something to be said for spending some time in hotel rooms. I can't help but think of the people who were in the room before me. The good times had in the room, the fights, the sex, the sadness, the car racing. Yep. We are staying at a hotel on a car racing track.