Ignite What You Write

Big. Are there any other types of disappointment? Like fun size candy bar. The experience is in the size.

Make of what you will.

And that’s the point. It is what you want to be. Mind altering champion making vertical wall scaling growth.

I learnt a lot today.

New channels opened. Opportunity gals so huge my head is happy.

Am I crest fallen yes. Of course.

The magic here is in the power of saying yes to the world. Taking a chance and going for something.

Like drinking strawberry milkshake it may not be everyday

However seeing the flip side of things.

That is what big disappointments taught me about writing.

It’s aspirational. It says so on the job ad. I sit drinking coffee so linked up it’s got to be full of cream.

A girl swings by literally as her loose heavy back pack comes within an inch of my face. She apologizes. There is no need. As I tell her. I know the feeling.

She is beautiful, unmade up, hair scrunched up and a big puffer around her body. She has her life in her bag and she’s sharing a tea with an older relative. She’s living on the bounce in a nomadic style taking her world and career with her.

Our dreams are meant to be lived e dry moment. So I pick up my own and write.

That is what coffee taught me about writing

Write with me?

I haven’t kept a list for years. Least of all ticked off my progress. And I understand the point of structure. I just don’t have it. Then today picking up my Zara pack of cut price sakes clothing I checked when the next would arrive. Then I saw my wicker shoe basket I ordered from John Lewis was in store and I realized. My phone apps were organizing me. My technologist was automatically creating a list. And guess what I am already addicted to my phone well I check it hourly. So what is that. That is beyond the point of fondness.

So moving from task to task as promoted by my phone I realized I’m keeping a list and my chaos living side saw this and rebelled with a cheeky coffee and cake. I relaxed. I enjoyed the silence more amongst my steady stream of productivity. The luxury of chaos felt infinitely more inspiring in the middle of order. And that is what chaps taught me about writing

Standing in the queue for things I already bought. I get told to go downstairs. On the way I pick up trousers way too big and the wrong kind of weave for me or anyone over 30. They stretch but in all the wrong places. I wonder if stretch is a good thing. Maybe we look better with structure. It fits us in. It creates a beautiful shape. Who wouldn’t want that through life and in their writing?

So I return to the rules of grammar. The ultimate structure. A subject at the start of a sentence is a commitment. Whatever the verb in that sentence is, this is what is done to the subject. I realize I can be too fancy. This is my second reason for putting the brown cord ruffled trousers back in the hanger.

I go to the till downstairs to pick up my shopping. I read through what I have written. I have learnt about the need for structure today and also broken that structure in the paragraphs above.

Maybe you have to learn to rules to break them cleanly. That is what Zara taught me about writing

Sprouts. Fresh or in chocolate. Are in bags boxes and sacks.

Some in date others not. Some cheap some deluxe. All are sprouts and are eaten the same way.

However you write whatever words you use they are the same for us all.

Art has a common language. and that’s what makes it part of our culture and able to comment on our shared humanity.

And sprouts have a taste that goes on for days.

Like words.

Write often

Jobs create a time suck in life. The better you get the smaller your social life.

To be good you may not always be see. As good.

Or be liked.

And that’s how writing moves you forward.

I caught that from talking to pals.