FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

HOW DO WE GET TO WORK WITH YOU?

For all bookings please contact 

becky@lewinsohnliterary.com

DO YOU ACT?

yeeesssshhh !!! I love acting and think that this is something I will certainly pursue (poet turned actor). I also love doing voiceovers and have been fortunate enough to of done both with some very lovely people. See my work page.

HOW DO I BECOME A POET?

Tough question... here is one back

Do you love making something of a moment? 

Yes...? Then keep creating, nothing will stop you

CAN I PERFORM AT ONE OF YOUR EVENTS?

Of course! Both have open mic sections. Though both are limited to six slots. If you would like to feature it's best to pop along and show us who you are on stage! Obvs not everyone can travel far and wide so do send an email to comerhymewithus@gmail.com and/or info@chillpill.co.uk

WHICH WRITERS INSPIRE YOU?

All of us. It's a strange pull to write excessively once you've left school. It's an even more bizarre urge to lavish these words in attention until you can insist to people doing other important things, that they are absolutely necessary. Toni Morrison, Jennifer Clement, Caleb Femi, all poets I’ve worked closely with. Shoshana Zuboff, Candice Carty-Williams, and so so so many others.

DO YOU DO WORKSHOPS?

Yup! I facilitate them too. Please get in contact if you have residencies/workshops I can take part in or would like me to deliver some workshops. One of or terms! 

CAN WE COMMENT, SHARE, POST AND LIKE?

100% I appreciate it! : ) <3 Creating buzz organically with people who have connected with my work. If you have, then perhaps some people you know might do too.. so click share, like, or tag me in posts you feel will resonate with me! Many thanks, kindest, dx

So You've Lost Your Shit - Chat, Chat, Chat

While your baby is not your therapist*, chatting to them can help. A kind of ‘whistle while you work’, chat whilst you care.

Chat through the plan of the day. The decisions you are making and the reasoning behind them

Chat about what you can see, what noises pop up

Chat about the considerations you make, the order things need to go in

and, definitely, chat about you. your ideas, your hopes, and dreams and interests.

I figure the more honest I am outloud the better person I will be. I guess it also means that I figuring out how to chat to this new person, how to find flow in conversation, how to build a relationship with them.

*I strongly recommend seeking professional help at the slightest hint that something is fundementally wobbly.

• https://parents.actionforchildren.org.uk/chat/?gclid=CjwKCAiA2O39BRBjEiwApB2Ikl4H3kZ4B5qifP4-PGYi_EpzEszIEiNX79MuThMTZ9UWeeoJt4mvwRoCMNMQAvD_BwE

• https://www.nspcc.org.uk/keeping-children-safe/support-for-parents/

• https://youngminds.org.uk/find-help/for-parents/parents-helpline/

mum of two now

and it is lockdown and I have given birth to my second child. In and out was the plan in between deep breaths and rests on the sofa due to what can only be described as panic attacks. Writing this months and months later, I recall the feeling of going to the health centre for my final midwife visit.

I’ve always loved the world-might-end-magic-saves-the-day TV shows; Buffy, Charmed, Sabrina, etc. and figured that in time I’d get my letter/spell book or enough mental power (Potter/Matilda/Matrix) I could be just like them.

This is what this 5 minute walk became. A mental exercise of moving people out of the way. Timing my footsteps to avoid passing too close. holding my breath until they had passed. This was the hysteria of the media at the time. The lack of information we had meant that everything and everyone was a threat. The post, door handles shopping, strangers running walking talking, breathing. The air was poison.

I see a woman at the top of the stairs just outside of the pharmacy which is on the side of the health centre. I pause my mask covering my face hers covering hers we are pointing torches in a cave. I don’t want to speak. I can see the bubble I am in it is pregnant with particles I’ve never met before. I just need to pass I am just on time. My yellow maternity book is in my hand, this hand is disconnecting from my brain. Grip is loosening in disorientation. what do you do when some one won’t move. Head down charge past.

The automatic door is blocked by a table; a watering can against an inferno. A man in a mask and apron points a thermometer at my head, points at hand sanitiser, heaves the table out the way and stands back, a way from me as I walk though. The room is the Hellmouth. Chairs have repelled one another. Hands in pockets, I climb the stairs with as little tred as possible. Pulling my thoughts down to my heart, I stare down over the balcony at the Hellmouth contemplating whether to take a picture for the future.

And now, now do I feel the same in November facing a winter? yes, i guess, and no, more honestly. I’m drinking Prosecco, just glad that the two girls are asleep in sync at the end of yet another day inside.

So You've Lost Your Shit - Write Reviews

Write Reviews

Im so sick of being told what my experience of anything should be. This is both micro and marco shut up world and shut up suzy down the road who seems to know how i think and feel about anything. No. Im making up my own mind. This year 2020 I started a log. An excel spreadsheet of all the books and films and albums I watch read and listen to with just a sentance about each one. I’m a bit behind on it now but I carried this practise into my everyday mundane life. Here’s the provocation:

Write your own reviews. On the small shit which deserves a review. For example;

• Washing your hair

• The mushy paste you made for the kid

• Your day

• Your night

• The nursery run

Be fun and over the top or just give it a number out of ten. You cant get it wrong. It’s your shit.

4 out of 10 aint bad is something I often say to myself.

So You’ve Lost Your Shit INTRO pt.2 formal intro

Introduction

So you’ve lost your shit. No shit, no worries I did too and if I hadn’t this blog would have never come about so thank fuck I did. Sometimes we have to lose things in order to find better things. Things we had forgotten or things we didn’t even know were hidden in the cupboard of doom, or underneath the sofa cushion (note to self must ask partner to hoover there!)

I’m Deanna. I am a relatively successful writer and performer. I facilitate and curate events and have travelled the world and now I have a child. I got up the duff by my Bristol booty call and now live in Bristol with this baby daddy. (Truth be told I loved him the moment he sat with me on the floor of my local 24 hour Tesco cos I was too drunk use my legs… anyway more on embarrassment later) this is a book I wrote in my head in my shower whilst literally and metaphorically washing my hair. My kid had gone on sleep strike and I was losing my shit. So i began to give myself advice tips and tricks to make it through what felt would be the end of me. Not the kid, the kid was fine, just the end of me. The living death of my zest for life. The end of all sense of self, the end of my grasp of calm rational. I felt like i was dissolving in acid, my brain was blitzed and I had no goodness left to give.

How to use this blog:

However you damn well want to. Seriously. Appropriate as you want - scroll, share, scan, print and stick, comment. Try the ideas, cuss the ideas, give up on the ideas, make up your own ideas. This is a blog to give momentum to the relentlessness. You doing anything out of the norm is momentous.

Use before, during, or after you’ve lost your shit.

#KitchenDisco

Don't get out to the raves nowadays so here's #KitchenDisco series. Part workout, part teaching my kid my rhythm, mostly jokes.

So You've Lost Your Shit

Informal intro

We all have at some point in our lives. And for me no more so than when I had a baby. 

My kid is 8 months old now and I feel like somewhat an expert in the losing shit business so I’m gonna write some things I have done (or have had the thought to do) in those times. 

Disclaimer. I am not an expert in baby care as a whole, just my own baby and even then she’ll be the first to tell you that I ain’t got a clue. I make it up as I go along with a made up song in my head and a joke on the tip of my tongue. 

I Did It Too - London book launch

What you doing Wednesday 20th September, 6.30-8.30? I'm putting on a book launch.. you should come! 

Book your tickets here - Tickets are redeemable against a book and a drink!!

I'm not sure what it'll will look like just yet.. but it will be hosted by a fantastic human called Dean Atta!

Perhaps I'll run an open mic, mock slam, workshop... Can a slam be mock?  Risks of open mic... ha! Who knows other than it will be a joyful celebration stuffed with lots of brilliant people.

And if you can't come, well sorry about that! But grab a book from my online store and speak to a local promoter to get me on on a stage near you!  

See ya soon kindest, dx

New website!

Something about the solar eclipse, turning 28, and having a book published has me ignited! 

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