Well I knew I wouldn’t be able to write a poem a day through April, and I didn’t promise even a daily blog post, but it was never my intention to go three weeks without writing anything.
I’ve noticed, though, that I get far more ideas for writing when I have other things I should be doing.
Recently one of the big projects I’ve been working on for the last few years came to a stop, which means that all of a sudden I am no longer obliged to sit in front of the computer for several hours every single day whether I want to or not.
Looked at positively, this should provide an opportunity to catch up with all my own writing projects, but that isn’t the way it’s turned out so far.
Mostly, instead of being inspired to spend my newly free time writing or re-drafting, I have been far more tempted to do some reading. Nothing of great import, just old novels: detective stories, historical romance, sci fi… the sort of easy reading that’s ideal for curling up on a sofa in front of the log fire and wasting a wet afternoon.
A few weeks ago, the land shown in the photo was pretty much bare earth. Now, though, it’s brimming with wild flowers. I’m rather hoping that my current lack of ideas is similarly superficial and that there are some thoughts busy under the surface which will germinate soon and burst into life. In the meantime, I shall continue to read – even if most of it isn’t great literature, perhaps the words will filter down and feed the seeds in my subconscious.
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