Did I abandon my blog? or did it abandon me? did anyone come in to cut the grass? did it feel lonely? I didn’t mean to be gone so long. I followed an interesting looking sentence and it took me further than I expected.
I’ve been thinking about writing far more than I’ve actually been writing. Perhaps this is one of the side-effects of The Artists Way which I’ve been working through for the past six weeks.
It’s like I’m going wild with a cloth, erasing everything previously written on my blackboard. The air is clouded with chalk dust. At times I’m choking and I look like a ghost. But I think it’s making way for a cleaner board, ready to drag that screaming chalk down it again and to see what I’ve got to say for myself.
There are a few things that are taking shape in my notebooks and may appear here soon - a ramble about bravery, and some small stories about strange girls, one who talks to raindrops, one with a red suitcase and a rather odd hairdresser.