I have nothing to say…
Small germs of ideas occasionally flash like dying stars – and then that’s what they do.
I feel inchoate, rudimentary, as if I am still growing into something.
Perhaps it’s a time to hunker down and wait and see, and have some kind of faith that inspiration will strike eventually.
I imagine I will emerge, grown into my potential, pink and naked and shivering but with a hazy sparkle of pale intensity.
Then, I will have something to say.
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3 comments:
I'm imagining that the first thing you might say would be something along the lines of "has anyone got anything warm to wear because I'm pink and naked and Wellington is frickin' freezing". Mind you, as a "rudimentary" being, your vocabulary is extraordinary, so I expect you would reframe appropriately...
Hehe - yes, I imagine I'd need to ask for something along the lines of a purple and orange velour hooded top and a pair of pink fake fur flares... Ah - the diversity of inspiration eh!
Nothing to say hmm?
I once wrote a short story about 'nothing'. It was crap, but I'm thinking now it may be worthy of short film...
there you go, your blog has just been inspirational. chur.
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