Seems like I’m back to my stream of consciousness poems. Sometimes it’s good to do different things. (You mean, actually write something in one of your Writing Day posts? Why yes, cynical voice in my head. haha) =)
I’ve kept all my main scribbles since I was 11. Found them all
In a box under my bed tonight. We were clearing out old things
To renew the energy, and I found I could not let go of my old scraps
Of writing. Some, I could, because they were meaningless. Some, I couldn’t.
Nowadays it’s rare to write on paper, we mostly write on cold glass surfaces.
If I have a new idea I write on a scrap of paper, my daily planner, sometimes
The serviettes of a random café. Anything on which to write it down, and not lose that
Wisp of smoke, that stroke of wonder, that creative spark that floated down from the stars. Continue reading
Anything. Everything. Silly things. Nonsensical things. Things that don’t make sense. Idle crap. Gibberish. Anything that pushes your buttons. Everyday things. Imaginary things.
About you, or someone you know. Someone made-up, or no-one at all.
To me, writing is a feeling, rather than an activity. I can feel ‘writing’ inside me, and so I will write. When I don’t feel it, I don’t write. Continue reading
Writer’s confession: My favourite place to be when at primary school, high school, and university was… In the library. Preferably with a takeaway soy latte. At uni, of course.
I could escape the commitments, the deadlines, the dreaded prospect of exams.
The smell of old books mixed with coffee would make for the most perfect perfume. All it needed was a little bit of rain. Continue reading
Writing Confessions: Sometimes, you start something having absolutely no idea where it’s going. Continue reading
Using everyday situations as inspiration really helps keep the words flowing. Back when I used to write all the time almost everyday, my little hub of ideas would be a good café, like this one, Kurtosh. Lovely coffee, friendly staff, great music (Bombay Bicycle Club <3), and delicious cakes and pastries.
When I took this photo I felt it took me back to a time of ceaseless creative ideas. Would love to go back to that. If anyone out there is looking for a tasty prompt, this photo might be of service to you. Might even unblock a writer’s block, you never know.
After this blog post and a few more cups of tea, I’m going to try and dish out a short story.
I mean, you gotta start somewhere, don’t you? Continue reading