Writing Me Up

This blog was just eponymous

which made it SEO anonymous

so now it’s more synonymous

with something slightly fabulous

(or, maybe, less ridiculous)

and so it would be marvellous

if you would like to follow us.


A poem celebrating the change of blog name to Writing Me Up.

I felt this was a more appropriate name as it reflected the aims of the blog: the need to write up the words that come to me; the way that writing lifts me up; and how writing rightens up my mind, which can wander into dark corners if it isn’t given something constuctive and creative to do.

So – welcome to my new old blog. Hope you like it.

Nobody Even Looks

Some days you wonder why you bother.

You sit and you search and you find them,

these unwilling words, you creep up on them

gathered there, unaware, lettering your

head, an alphabet soup of nonsense,

you catch them and you string them together,

cage them forever in the prison of the page,

juggle them up and down, muddle them around,

worry over them, care for and caress them,

make them into something by you, from you,

of you.

And nobody sees them.

Nobody finds them.

Nobody even looks for them,

these highly strung and overwrought,

overblown and overthought words of yours,

because they are hidden by millions,

squillions, quadrillions and gazillions

of other words, by other writers,

who seem to know better than you,

to know the right things to write,

every one of which seems to be

SEO much easier to find

than yours.

Some days you wonder why you bother.