With my work for the day complete and the Bank holiday finally mine to enjoy. I sauntered around the streets of Norwich under the vacant gaze of a lazy summer sun, whose oddly surreal light gave the city an almost ethereal ambience. The humid, sultry atmosphere; through lack of a breeze, making me feel increasingly enwrapped in silken, moist cocoon. It was like being sandwiched between two oiled up sumo wrestlers, the rolls of smooth fat belly massaging my entire body, calming me, soothing me. Enrapture.
I know reader. Hush now. You’re imagining yourself sandwiched between two large, oiled up sumo wrestlers, aren’t you. Their smooth round bellies touching you, caressing you in a way you didn’t think possible. Erotic, isn’t it? Don’t be ashamed. Go with it, I’ll be here when you want to continue.
Thankfully I managed to break free from this confusing episode in my head before I was dragged into the darkened depths of the psyche, by the sirens that offered such sweet reprieve from a life on land.
Awakening to the world around me once more I found myself looking directly at a piece of graffiti that simply said Question Nothing.
A blasé phrase that rings of manufactured rebellion and hints at conspiracy; likely ignored by the vast majority of shoppers, whose attention is shrouded by consumerist urges. On most day’s I would have likely looked through it, or looked at it and questioned nothing. But at that moment, my mind was obviously closer to my writing than I realised because it gave me my antagonist for my current project. Fully packaged.
One thought followed another, and now the central plot has fallen nicely in to place. Which leaves me no excuses, time to get down to the business of writing!
Another example of how inspiration can be lurking in the most unexpected of places, and how the mood of a moment can influence the meaning you draw from the environment surrounding you at the given time.
I am finding inspiration everywhere at the moment; I am seeing my writing everywhere. Be it totalitarian propaganda and rebellious ideals in phrases stamped on sidewalks or walls, characters in people passing by, or entire worlds in the inverted reflection of a teaspoon. What a world in which to be a writer.
Monday, 31 August 2009
Saturday, 29 August 2009
Creative Connections
A second post in three days, perhaps I can now call it a comeback. Perhaps.
I thought I could just wander back in as if nothing had happened. Sit down, log in and the words would flow, my place in this little sphere re-established. Especially now, as my head feels like its in the right place to write, if that makes sense.
I am happy, motivated and in competition! A couple of my friends also fancy themselves as writers, and we’ve begun to push one another on; which is excellent. Our first aim is to each get a piece of prose or a short story published in one of the many writing magazines in circulation. This is exactly what I need.
My little circle of creative friends has notably expanded in recent months. It feels as though practically everybody I meet now is writing, drawing, painting, making music or pursuing some other creative venture – and the talent from most is obvious. The energy between people is fantastic; it gives me a real buzz and makes writing so much easier.
But be that as it may, on both occasions when I have sat down to write for this blog I have found it really difficult to start, and then to make it a respectable place in which to end. That could just be down to the prolonged absence from doing it every other day, as I previously was. I have found reading back over the entries of other blogs I follow helpful; if not a little overwhelming.
It didn’t occur to me just how much of other bloggers work I read, until I logged into my reader and noted I had around 300 articles to read – and I will read most of them, time permitting.
I might even make a start now. Au Revoir
I thought I could just wander back in as if nothing had happened. Sit down, log in and the words would flow, my place in this little sphere re-established. Especially now, as my head feels like its in the right place to write, if that makes sense.
I am happy, motivated and in competition! A couple of my friends also fancy themselves as writers, and we’ve begun to push one another on; which is excellent. Our first aim is to each get a piece of prose or a short story published in one of the many writing magazines in circulation. This is exactly what I need.
My little circle of creative friends has notably expanded in recent months. It feels as though practically everybody I meet now is writing, drawing, painting, making music or pursuing some other creative venture – and the talent from most is obvious. The energy between people is fantastic; it gives me a real buzz and makes writing so much easier.
But be that as it may, on both occasions when I have sat down to write for this blog I have found it really difficult to start, and then to make it a respectable place in which to end. That could just be down to the prolonged absence from doing it every other day, as I previously was. I have found reading back over the entries of other blogs I follow helpful; if not a little overwhelming.
It didn’t occur to me just how much of other bloggers work I read, until I logged into my reader and noted I had around 300 articles to read – and I will read most of them, time permitting.
I might even make a start now. Au Revoir
Thursday, 27 August 2009
Don't Call It A Comeback
Time to bring this impromptu hiatus to an end.
It has been two months since I last introduced these fingers to this keyboard and did my part in growing the blogosphere (for better or for worse). I’m surprised at how quickly I fell out of the habit of updating this site, and generally getting involved with the wider community. It would only have been more sudden if I had died. What a pleasant though to return with! Thats right folks, I may be wearing new glasses but the fascination with death and weird sense of humour remain!
There are no specific reasons behind my absence (so no juicy gossip. Sorry). It just so happens that I have had an eventful summer. Not a particularly interesting one it has to be said. But evidently developments in the wider world have been enough to draw my attention elsewhere, and allow my writing; and in particular this blog, to temporally fall off my radar.
Although typically, as I sit here now attempting to recall the past two months in order to write, my brain shuts down. Perhaps that was what happened – My brain just shut down for two months and everything I thought I did was actually just a dream. Any minute now I’m going to wake up in the shower..
Some events have penetrated the fog of amnesia that currently occupies the space my memory should be at. I turned 25 in July; quarter of a century. My parents were pretty excited, as if it were some well-earned achievement. I wasn’t able to muster the same level of excitement, what did I do to deserve such attention? – Not die. Kudos to me
Birthday aside there was also a promotion, pay rise, a wedding (not mine), birthday celebrations for others, friends leaving, new friends arriving; many of the female variety - Some of those potentially of the girlfriend variety, which is nice.
It feels good to be back.
Adieu.
It has been two months since I last introduced these fingers to this keyboard and did my part in growing the blogosphere (for better or for worse). I’m surprised at how quickly I fell out of the habit of updating this site, and generally getting involved with the wider community. It would only have been more sudden if I had died. What a pleasant though to return with! Thats right folks, I may be wearing new glasses but the fascination with death and weird sense of humour remain!
There are no specific reasons behind my absence (so no juicy gossip. Sorry). It just so happens that I have had an eventful summer. Not a particularly interesting one it has to be said. But evidently developments in the wider world have been enough to draw my attention elsewhere, and allow my writing; and in particular this blog, to temporally fall off my radar.
Although typically, as I sit here now attempting to recall the past two months in order to write, my brain shuts down. Perhaps that was what happened – My brain just shut down for two months and everything I thought I did was actually just a dream. Any minute now I’m going to wake up in the shower..
Some events have penetrated the fog of amnesia that currently occupies the space my memory should be at. I turned 25 in July; quarter of a century. My parents were pretty excited, as if it were some well-earned achievement. I wasn’t able to muster the same level of excitement, what did I do to deserve such attention? – Not die. Kudos to me
Birthday aside there was also a promotion, pay rise, a wedding (not mine), birthday celebrations for others, friends leaving, new friends arriving; many of the female variety - Some of those potentially of the girlfriend variety, which is nice.
It feels good to be back.
Adieu.
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