You know how it is, when you get a phrase stuck in your mind and it repeats round and round on an endless loop? Just at the moment, the phrase I can’t shake off is the quotation from John Cage:
I have nothing to say and I am saying it.
It’s pretty much the truth. But even if I have nothing to say today, at least I am saying it here with passion (flowers).
It’s a couple of months since we went into enforced lockdown in the UK. Even now, we are supposed to be continuing with social distancing and limiting activities and time spent with anyone beyond our own household bubble.
To be honest, it hasn’t made a huge impact on my life as I can continue to work from home and although virtual meetings are not the same as face-to-face, there is so much time saved by not having to travel, that there’s time to talk to far more people and my diary is more full of appointments than ever before.
Continue reading “drifting away”
Once more, my mind is as empty as a dead teasel head.
I’m sure it has plenty of potential spaces for ideas, but there really doesn’t seem to be anything in them. And just at the moment it seems unlikely that there ever will be again.
Even the next poetry reading that I am appearing at has me stumped: the theme is sport and I really don’t have much in my files that is in the least appropriate.
Continue reading “lacking inspiration”
I think ideas are a bit like buses: they all come together in a bunch and you can’t catch them all, and then there isn’t another one along for ages.
Perhaps I could follow that conceit a little farther and talk about double-decker ideas, which have more layers and more space to explore than others, or articulated ideas where one connects directly on to another: the first is essential as that’s where the engine is, but it’s incomplete without the second part.
Continue reading “a little history”
On the subject of inspiration – and where to find it – there are many variations on the idea that, “If I knew where ideas came from, I’d go and live there.” But I think every writer has their own source, or sources, of inspiration; one of mine is my email spam folder.
I used to get many more unsolicited offers, but now they just get filtered off and I seldom even see them. I checked the other day, though, and it was just as much fun as I remembered.
Continue reading “things to think about”