To and Fro

Tho’ time hast its own agenda
And the space around us narrows
The Universe continues expanding outwards
In life’s works its spanner throws
Where ups and downs meet ins and outs
As circles spiral onwards
And toing and froing interact
Yet all helped by looking forwards
Look back for lessons
Ahead for hope
And now to get things going
The question
The answer
The truth and more
Is all amidst the knowing.

My Creative Process

My mind races ahead of me at times, with ideas which at first seem easy and then leave me wondering how on Earth am I going to do that.

When I write my stories, the characters take centre stage and lead me down their own merry little paths, which I enjoy. They, the characters, put themselves in the midst of an array of weird and wonderful situations and then look at me, almost pleading, asking for help with moving them along. I try, but sometimes I simply have to leave them where they are as I cannot see a way forward for them as yet.

With my artistic creations I get an idea as to what I want to create, whether in paint, through the digital painting software, or even PowerPoint, and then start. And I then stop, looking at the blank space ahead of me.

It must be the same for both writing and art to get passed that initial block, although I’m not entirely sure whether it’s a case of just start and see what happens.

My initial idea’s there. The means to get that idea into some form of reality is there in front of me. And some kind of destination is there also, although said destination is an extremely fluid one.

But that first push is in a spongy grey area. It’s a soft stumbling block which lately has been holding me back with just a little more gusto than it used to. It absorbs the weakest of my ideas, and leaks out any feeble attempts of a start in a dribbling never-ending flow of self doubt. And this flow of self doubt gets in the way of my creative flow, bringing in turbulence, which further waters down the already fluid destination, splattering it into the mists of an increasingly murky future.

See what I mean? My mind – racing ahead again.

That future, as well as the blank canvas before it, isn’t set. It isn’t a solid unchangeable wall. It may appear murky or blank (depending on where one looks!) but it can be changed by the lick of a brush, the stroke of a pen or the click of a key on a keyboard. I just need to remind myself of that more often. It’s that sponge at the very beginning I need to focus on… to dissolve it away. It doesn’t matter if I create rubbish – the rubbish can be changed; amended; even re-done if needed. After all, that’s the creative process.

It’s a shame to be held back by a sponge, isn’t it? I think I should just dive in once again and see what happens.

Six

It’s One Word Sunday yet again, and this week, Debbie’s theme is Six.

I must admit to struggling a little with this one, and was almost about to use the dice again from a previous One Word Sunday post, when I had a burst of inspiration.

Take a look at my photo yet again, and see if you can work out how it links to the word six. It’s obvious, really.

Can’t see it? Then that’s the right answer! In this photo, six is the number of feet you can’t see, although there are six there!

Sigh. One of these days I’ll have a proper photo for Six er One Word Sunday. Visit Debbie’s site on the link above where you’ll see actual proper ones.

I Don’t Half Write Some Twaddle!

I woke early today.

I had an urge to continue a story I’d started on the blog some time ago in the past, only I couldn’t remember anything about the story where I could just continue writing now… I had to find it to get the details so I could pick up the pieces.

I got myself settled and comfortable, and started looking through each of the posts through the archives.

I’ve changed the theme back to an older one I used to use on the blog, and it doesn’t seem to work very well with mobile devices. Well, it doesn’t work well with my mobile device… some of the pictures have been stretched to be almost a mile tall, so my searching then required a lot of scrolling. And clicking the ‘older posts’ option became a bit monotonous, as I have the theme set to only show five posts per page.

I remember writing the post a while ago, so started my search in December 2019. I went through each and every post, backwards, scrolling, trying to see anything that would jump out at me about the post. I knew I knew the post, I just couldn’t remember the details.

Pins and needles developed in my hands. My legs went dead. My eyelids became heavy, and by the time I reached January 2016 the temperature on the battery on the mobile had reached an all time high I thought it was about to explode. Luckily for us both, a red message popped up on screen warning me I only had 15% of battery power remaining.

I had to end the search there; although one key word sprung to mind: ‘morning’.

I searched for morning (after searching all morning!!!), and found my post in March 2020. It was a self contained story which didn’t need adding to: Nova Luna.

And sometime soon, not now, I’m going to expand on that story. After this morning it would be a waste of time not to!

(Posted for Six Word Saturday)

Siex Word Sæterdæg: Wist ābūtan tīma!

Six Word Saturday: It’s about time! (I hear you say, although that’s also what I’m trying to say up there in the header using some very old words.)

Siex = Six
Word = Hmmm…. I wonder…
Sæterdæg = Saturday (seems obvious)
Wist = It
Ābūtan = About
Tīma = Tima er time

It’s now ābūtan tīma I lay my head on a comfortable pillow in a darkened room.