In most parts of Ireland today we are inundated with rain approaching biblical proportions. Thus we’re all suffering from ‘rain-inertia’. When this syndrome sets in there’s nothing for it but to bake. While sifting and mixing realisation dawns that ingredients in one guise transform to something other.
Is it not the same with writing. A motley crew of characters, sifted and mixed with setting and plot transform to something other. Story. Entertainment. Information. Hieroglyphics, symbols, ancient ogham, individual letters, coalesce and become something understood. If only by ourselves.
Keep on plodding on.
“The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or regret for a badly damaged past”. Sylvia Plath