Writer
Eleanor St Clair
I come from a small village in South Wales. I’ve moved around a bit, but somehow, I always end up back here.
I started out my working life as a molecular biologist, but after falling asleep on a microscope, an incident that left me with red rings around my eyes for days, I realised that this career was not for me.
I turned to my true love — writing —working three jobs whilst studying to complete my Masters. My favourite job was in a traditional sweet shop because Sundays were quiet and I could write under the counter whilst sucking a sherbet lemon.
There’s magic in these mountains and it ruled here once before…
– the mountain runners
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transnational creatives – the broken clock
Every fortnight I meet with a group of transnational creatives to break down borders, both physically and in our writing. In this series, I share the writing that has stemmed from these sessions. This week I am going to share a poem that was heavily edited during this...
The Friday56 342 – Hot Milk
The Friday 56 is hosted by Freda’s Voice, it involves sharing a small excerpt from the book you are currently reading every Friday and then posting a link to the linky hosted on her site. This week I chose Hot Milk by Deborah Levy. Rules: *Grab a book, any book. *Turn...
words of the week – grief
I have had, let's say a bad week, and as a result plan on hibernating for the rest of this month, saving up some moneys, reading all the books and finishing the first season of Outlander. This week I have chosen words relating to grief. The first word is Bewail -to...