There Will Come a Title

There is one piece of advice I always remember from studying creative writing. That advice was that you can write yourself into a story – or into a blog post.

One of my tutors said that when stuck you can just write ‘I don’t know what to write.’ And do that over and over again. If you are lucky an idea will form in your mind. Ideas are so slippery. Sometimes they come to me so certain and so easily and other times they are difficult to grasp.

I picked the above picture of the lake because of something that happened to me months ago when I was on holiday.  I was looking out at the sea. And I wanted to walk out on to the water.

That is of course impossible. Have you ever seen the movie Being There? Well I am about to spoil the ending.

At the end of the film the main character walks on water. And, in my view, what it means is that he can do this because he didn’t know he couldn’t. I am not a philosophical expert, I am not an anything expert, but maybe that is what it means. And I know I am not explaining myself very well. I was also very young when I saw the film.

When I say I wanted to walk away over the water I am not completely sure what I meant. Was it the idea of fading away? Or perhaps making a great change in my mind or in my life. The future in slippery and just a little out of reach too.

And I think those moments exist for all of us – happiness once the boxes are ticked.

As a great fish man once said ‘its a trap’ – because if we: throw out the junk, do the dishes, move to a bigger house, find the love of our lives, travel the world, or whenever else may be in our minds to do there will be new things. To quote Commander Sisko: ‘We are constantly searching, not just  for answers to our questions but for new questions.’

As a writer I always have questions and some answers are so hard to find. Sometimes there is simply no substitute for finding an expert and asking the questi

Some aspects of life are like that too. Being direct can work wonders. We need more directness in our lives. We have all see politicians using every word but ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to answer a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. Maybe, on occasion, the journalist is over simplifying the situation but still I think the statement stands up.

You see this is a ramble and it has been written over the course of a few days as I attempt to gather my thoughts from the jumble of my brain. I like to do this stream of consciousness now and again as I find it liberating to just wright.

Later today (2018-08-13) I am attending a wedding. Both the bride and groom are my friends. I have known the groom since Primary School and met the wife in the first year of High School. Quick translation for Americans High School in the UK starts at age 12.

They have been a couple for about ten years – it should be a wonderful event.

I just have to make sure I am looking smart and try an get my rather unruly hair into some order.

If you have been reading my blog for a while it might not surprise you to learn that social situations are not my forte. I am not confident and am too scared to dance as I like a spider on a hot plate. And I did try to come up with a non cliche way of saying that.

I envy people who can dance and not care what they look like – and even more so people who can dance and actually look really good. The only time I tend to dance is when I am along and doing the dishes – sometimes.

The wedding was nice. I moved vaguely to the music.

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I just wanted to say that I have checked this post. I really have. Unfortunately my particular combination of dyslexia and dyspraxia makes it really hard for me to spot typos. Please enjoy and I’ll try not to make too many errors.