Emerging

I’m thinking, now that it’s Spring, it’s time to get my story ‘Persephone’ out of hibernation. Last Autumn I was on a writing roll then, certain events stopped me and ‘Persephone’ went underground for the Winter. So I feel the first stirrings of wanting to write again even though the plot has been mothballed in my head for awhile, I hope I can piece it together again, maybe it will change, for the better I hope.  Will post more – soon.

More Spring thoughts

Well, the sun actually appeared this morning for a brief burst, and yesterday, I heard the distant chimes of the ice cream van so things are looking up. Very soon I shall be off to France, made the booking two days ago. Doing this always makes me nervous. It means that whatever thoughts and ideas that were in my head are now made real, manifested in the outside world. Things feel much safer when I can pick and choose in my head what I want to do, changing my mind, putting it off or fantasising, but it’s done now, I have printed off the ticket, it’s the point of no return. Why this causes so much stress is unknown because I make this trip 3 time a year and it’s always fine. Now I will begin organising  rather than meandering through the days and I have a deadline to work towards. This is good really, I actually enjoy deadlines, the thrill and panic as it looms up and I do my best work under pressure, so why the anxiety I don’t know. But there’s more, not only France but I have to go to Holland on business in between, so I have to begin structuring my time, making space for my art.

This morning, I actually started to feel like writing again, ideas were beginning to seep into my brain again, where have they been hiding? I have missed them. Things are shifting, I can feel it.

First post.

Opened up this page to just muse on my creative life, where it’s leading me and why. Sometimes  I feel as if I’m being taken for a ride, going to a place I have no business being at but have arrived anyway. Right now, the place I’m in feels a little desolate, maybe things are just lying fallow and waiting for the Spring. I hope so. Not really sure about blogging, although I keep a diary it feels odd putting out stuff in the public domain, although there isn’t any mind-blowing content here, not yet anyway. Who knows?