I’m not clear what to write about. The fragmentation is real.
To not know what to write about is a tragedy for a writer, really.
So, I tell myself: Just write. Just keep walking. Just move. Just write.
Write about the year gone or the possible year ahead.
Write about the contradictions.
Write about the sudden urge to return home;
and the confusion which comes along with that.
Write about missing those afar;
and connecting with those you love nearby.
Write about all the weddings of the year:
and all the love and faith
Write about being cut open, cut out, sofa-bound and drug-induced.
Write about the care of a friend who cleaned every fork in sight for days.
Write about the heart-hope;
and the hopelessness.
Write about loss.
Write about clear blue seas;
and Greek cheese
Write about celebrations and making it to 40!
Write about eating watermelon on deckchairs with sand between your toes
Write about sunshine;
and tossing footballs in the sea
Write about snack beers and rude cocktail names.
Write about returning home;
and leaving again.
Write about the people you wish you could take with you.
Write about having two homes
Write about knowing where you need to be;
and feeling fragmented anyway.
Write about knowing;
and not knowing.
Write about all those books you’ll never read
Write about the ones you did.
Write about your friends who lost loved ones this year.
Write about your friends who bravely face dementia;
and creating new memories together anyway
Write about friends.
Write about puppy sitting
and paddle boarding
and hot tubs
Write about badminton
and pickled eggs
and fermented foods
Oh, and definitely write about the whiskey!
Write about your friends afar:
exploring, moving houses, raising kids
Write about hugs
Yes, really, write about dancing;
especially the robot dance
Write about songs sent between friends late at night to sooth the soul
Write about the soul;
and all its twisting and turning and reaching and stillness
Really, write about stillness;
Write about walking
Yes, write about walking: and where it may well lead
Write about 2018 being the Year of Walking.
Write about your friend’s shoes left in a bag on your living room floor
Write about shoes
Write about those walking boots left in a loft bedroom above the kitchen with the aga in the farmhouse all those years ago;
Write about believing you’d return to them
Write about moving on;
and then circling back on yourself: a grief repeated
Write about counselling
Go on, I dare you: write about counselling
Write about family
Write about the patterns which we learn to live by.
Write about brothers and mothers and fathers: while you wonder what they’re up to today.
Write about buying those expensive pyjamas from Fat Face just because they have sloths on them and your brother used to call you Sloth.
Write about siblings.
Oh yes and definitely write about all the cousins!
Write about those handwritten letters from that aunt who you need to reply to
Write about Autumn.
Really, its all about autumn.
Write about that favourite tree, that one in the centre of that large roundabout on the A36
Write about roundabouts;
and why there are so many in England
Write about England
Write about saying hi to strangers because you live in a small town
Write about the cobbler who fixes your shoes for free
Don’t however write about Brexit
or North Korea
Write about the alternatives to such
Write about creating change
Write about Choose Love
Write about your urge to do more:
and wasting time on Facebook
Write about the end of the day when your head hits the pillow and you hope you’ve done a job good enough.
Write about pillows; how good are they?!
Write about if you use the word duvet or doona
Write about how it doesn’t really matter:
and then write about how it does
Write about cultural differences
Write about being more polite
Write about tangents
Basically write about anything
Just keep moving