Lucinda Kerr

Travel apps are so thirsty. You’ve just booked a trip and they’re in your messages asking if you want to plan your next adventure. Bro, chill, this is a little desperate

Go Girl, Give Us Nothing How I learned to shut my brain up and think beyond my stories

Making space in my mind has been a game changer for me

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I know Easter has passed and I’m a very lapsed Catholic, but I’m giving up men for Lent

How did middle age creep in? I wouldn’t say I was fighting getting older, hanging on enthusiastically to my youth, I just hadn’t felt much different yet.

Starting to feel my age

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You know you aren’t with your people when someone in your co-working loudly exclaims, “I fucking love AI!”

Oh, perfect, sounds like a winner!

I like the second (the pics on the right) it hooked me right in!

Enjoying the activity of the rice harvest in Hoi An. Once harvested and laid out to dry it’s put in yellow sacks and heads off on the back of a fleet of scooters

Entered my first writing competition, and feel like I did when I used to play the lottery - 100% convinced I’m going to win

Woman’s arm (mine) showing from elbow to palm with a black fine line tattoo in a Vietnamese engraving style of a crane riding on the back of a wise old turtle

Here’s how the tattoo worked out

It’s a crane on the back of a turtle

One vital thing before getting a tattoo is to get a good night’s sleep. Which is why I’ve been awake since 2. And now there’s a very loud thunderstorm

Just you?! How revisiting my experience of travel in Southeast Asia has provoked a re-exploring of my relationship with my singleness

Travelling again in Southeast Asia has had me thinking sbout being single long term

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I’m in Madrid looking out at an older gentleman seemingly naked (who knows, there might be shorts) on his terrace with plants as a generous fig leaf. Ultimate freedom and comfort with himself, I’m digging it

This is where I’ve been writing these days

Friendless in my forties I often consoled myself in the past about my lack of a partner, children, family, by saying, it’s ok, I have good friendships that nourish me.

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Such an absolute belter!

Moving back to a country you’d hoped to have left forever is a strange feeling. But mostly it’s been a positive one because I’ve moved on from many of the reasons I left

I’m coming to realise the most important way I support my creativity and emotional health is through connecting to people. I’m in a creativity group and I know I’ll be so championed in it

Hope is a little bitch that when you think it’s all played out will offer you the smallest crumb just to watch you pounce on it

I’m struck that we were born 12 days apart and perhaps share a certain wildness. Here’s to writing through all that lived experience, it makes for exciting work

Visiting a friend in Hawaii last week I had the first ever sense of being middle aged. I’m 45. She asked if I was into the scene, ie. was I into going somewhere with djs and dancing. I realised I was not. Theoretically yes, actually, erm, no. I’ve since been in crisis about being old

1st draft question - if you realise you want to change direction 50,000 words in would you start again or continue with new focus (same themes) and deal the shift on the second go around?

That sucks. Hope your day gets better

Yeah, the red gets my vote!

View from a patio onto a garden in Hawaii with green grass, a banana tree, a small cabin, trees in the distance and a blue sky with rolling clouds above

Going to be hard to find a more beautiful writing spot

It’s kind of cool when you see that unrealised dreams that didn’t come about at certain times still have the potential to be achieved

Anyone else a procrastinator? I’m going on holiday in three days and am meant to be leaving my home ready to move out when I get back. Currently I’m about 10% complete

If you’re going to switch one out please can we keep Easter? I can’t live in a world without Mini Eggs

Urgh, I’m sorry