I earn a little from my books but not from my podcast or sharing my work online. People say my posts make them feel calm and that’s worth a lot to me. Surviving as a creative is increasingly hard. Non-AI writing takes time. (Only if you feel you can!) support me here:
https://www.patreon.com/cw/MirandaKeelingA woman walks through Bethnal Green in the rain. She wears huge yellow sunglasses and a coat that looks like it was shorn from a yeti. Her shoes are spray-painted silver, badly, and on her bag is an image of an alien head. The whole effect is rather wonderful.
A man wearing headphones as he walks down the street stops, makes a selection on his mobile, smiles, does a nod of approval as the music he has chosen starts to play and walks on.
A woman on the tube has rolled up one sleeve of her geometric-patterned shirt. The arm exposed is wrapped in cling-film; the newly inked tattoo kept safe behind its plastic blanket.
Hello! I earn a little from my books but not my podcast or from sharing my work online. People say my posts make them feel calm, which is worth a lot to me. Surviving as a creative is increasingly hard. Only if you can, support me here:
https://patreon.com/MirandaKeeling?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink. you’ll get lovely exclusive content! ❤️
You may not know that I write and host a children's podcast with the wonderful Tiny Ideas Oxford. I'm super proud of it and the second series has just launched! Listen here:
https://open.spotify.com/show/1wgm62KXuXhPFdgPcesAJD 📻
Come for a 5 minute walk around Brockwell Park in South London with me! Here's the link:
https://freshair.audio/podcast/stopping-to-notice/ Recorded in 3D sound so listen with headphones if you can 😊 🎧 and please leave a review! It gives us the chance reach more listeners like you 😘
On this train, a pirate ship fights for its life in a raging storm on a man's seen-better-days, baggy t-shirt. A small, silver, hooped earring hides under his salt-and-pepper hair. Imprinted on his worn out face, etched echoes of experience jostle for recognition.
A woman on the tube, her beautiful silver hair cascading in waves over her vivid red cape, nods to herself as she reads a book about tigers.
A woman is managing to walk through Hyde Park drinking a take-away coffee and walking two dogs and twins in a double buggy. If I had any winning-at-tricky-things awards in my pocket, I’d give her one. So I stop to tell her that - which is the next best thing.
