It’s going to be a stonking collection – got my order in already 😉
A beginning: birth.
Breathing – deep heaving breaths. Sounds, lights, words – sensations on skin and time that passes so quickly too quickly to feel.
Less than a year ago – less! – I met some wonderful people at a writer’s conference in York (the old, English one). I had never been to anything writerly before – never thought of myself as a writer, despite doing plenty of writing – but I realised that they were people like me, who had day jobs and troubles and worries and hair and noses, who sat up late at night thinking of strange worlds within worlds, who tried to find the words to turn those ideas into visions and music and rhythm, trying desperately to communicate them with the world outside. Who couldn’t stop even if they wanted to.
And words – heard, understood, learned. Spoken, written, read.
And from there, I found…
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