I suddenly have an idea that surely won't take up more than one day but the process evolves into a creative journey of a week. I'd saved some time by using a concertina book of handmade papers and with gold symbols on the cover. I'd bought this in Luang Prabang (Laos) where we'd watched the process of making paper, in big vats, floating in water, flowers added, soggy paper mush drained on big frames, propped to dry in the sun.
So too is the writing journey when some days the words tumble out faster than the lotto balls, but they need sorting into order... easy it would seem, but the end can be elusive, taking far longer than you imagined. Writing needs time - the words or ideas often need to percolate before they're ready. The same thing happens - time isn't important, I become absent-minded, putting my hand in the coffee tin expecting to take out a biscuit from the jar next to it.. You can tell when writing mode has taken over - my fingernails are short, my clothes are too tight, as I crunch my way through cheese and crackers - who has time to stop and cook dinner?? - and the recycle bin is filled with red wine empties... oh well, here's to the next creative urge..
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