I haven’t written anything for ages, and I think I know why. I started carrying a notebook around to catch little random thoughts and ideas in as my brain was sparking along quite nicely and then…
…nothing. Complete dearth of creativity of any kind. I was being extremely presumptive to assume that my brain would throw me anything worth writing down. Sorry, brain. Won’t happen again.
There are things I could have written about, and things I still might get to. Since April I have:
- Had a poem published.
- Been through a cancer scare.
- Become better acquainted with some incredible people including one or two I hope to have by my side for many years to come. If I can only be so lucky!!
- Found myself in Brussels in the aftermath of the Brexit referendum.
- Seen Kraftwerk live.
- Spent far too long in my old home town.
And here I am on a rare evening alone catching up with myself.