The 2015 MWF has come and gone for yet another year so I thought I’d share some of my scribbles. Although it wasn’t my favourite MWF, it was so lovely to immerse myself in the creativity and ideas of like minded people and to soak up all their wordy goodness. This year, unlike others, I found myself wanting to note take less and enjoy the moment more so, that’s what I did! Before you ask, I’m still undecided on as to which session was my favourite – I keep to-ing and fro-ing between Will Self’s interview for Books and Arts Daily and Coetzee, Kennedy & Malouf: Three Stories. Sessions I attended and favourite little gems below. Continue reading
The dog outside the window where I’m sitting is trembling in its skin. It knows how I’m feeling.
The music inside the cafe where I’m sitting is wheezing through the speakers. It knows how I’m feeling.
My pen, angled against the page where I’m sitting is not moving. It knows how I’m feeling.
The inspiration is there, dripping constantly like a leaking tap, but not much more is happening. The drip, drip, drips are build, build, building. Inside I feel water logged and burst worthy. Water balloon like. But the balloon of me is sealed tight. Knotted perfectly. Nothing, is escaping. Not a single one of those teeny drips.
An outpouring is inevitable. It’s just a matter of when; when those laborious waters will break so that I can birth the beast within – I say beast but I mean it in the most affectionate of ways.
Waters come forth. Surge. Creativity, I will you. Flow. Preferably now. If you have to, later.
I’m here. I’m waiting. Let’s go.
When does allowing oneself ‘space’ for an idea to develop become procrastination?
Yesterday I spent the day ‘writing’… well I think I did. I got up, walked to my local cafe, took care of my social networking responsibilities (yes, I do mean ‘responsibilities’… as a writer it is imperative to stay abreast of what’s happening on Facebook / twitter / LinkedIn), worked on an essay submission for an hour or so, did a bit of reading, worked on the same essay submission for another hour or so, did the Facebook / twitter etc. thing again, read a little more, browsed (in the name of research) and wrote a little more. All in all I probably only wrote 500 words or so but I was ‘working’ for a good 6 or 7 hours. Continue reading