In the city. Benjamin has moved out. I see him from a distance – we wave.
I’m in the new place, yes, and I have the studio where I paint, yes, but there is also a writing room I have not been to in some time….
It’s a bit of a grody place, kind of like a rundown motel room, no real neighbourhood around, and dodgy things going down in the nearby rooms…
But it is a place to write.
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In waking life, space is not such a problem – heck, you can write just about anywhere (if you can still go anywhere, given the day by day increasing restrictions on movement) but it is more about the time – time to write.
But well, hey. Looks like there’s gonna be a lot of free time ahead!
There’s so many things I’ve been meaning to write about – rambling thoughts in my mind, rough drafts sitting in the draft folder here… Not sure I’m ready to make a big public commitment to a daily practice or anything just yet, but it does seem like an awfully good time to a) be as creative as we can be, and b) enjoy the beauty of widespread connection the internet gives us and not just the obsessive paranoia.
Speaking of which – this was happening in the building across the street yesterday –
Scary dystopian scene, right?
So this is the challenge – to find the focus, to shut out the tremendous corona-noise for a chunk of time each day, and to find the joy that is always there, waiting, in creativity.
And so many people, across the globe, are stepping up, shouting out, in the most amazing ways already. For example, my hugely talented neighbour –
And you, Nose Followers? What are you up to in this strangest of times???