Iona Winter

This week I purchased some quality herb tea. A flash brand, rather than the sawdust they sell in the supermarkets. What I like most (beyond the taste of course) are the tags.

Each one has a message printed on it.

Today’s tag says, ‘Life without love is like a ship without sails’.

Nice. How romantic. 

My other voice says, ‘What a load of bollocks’.

This week, life (in it’s infinite wisdom) asked me to stop. Grinding halt. Down tools. Regroup. I think the tea probably helps. I’m way beyond imbibing in anything else at this stage.

I notice my posts have become sporadic again AND I’m writing poetry (after 25 years of not writing poems). What on earth is going on?

The writing practice hasn’t changed, but it has become more compartmentalised, and less free-as-a-bird-go-with-the-flow.

Bugger. It’s like having to grow up or something.

This week (and a few weeks before that) rather than indulge my anxiety, I’ve shifted focus and am writing LOTS of flash fiction. It’s a creative thing to do, while waiting to hear whether my submissions to literary journals are accepted or rejected.

As previously mentioned (in another post), my strengths seem to lie in shorter, punchier forays into the world of writing. PLUS it is less angst-ridden when I know there’s a deadline AND I have to go to work.

Maybe I’ll keep writing flash fiction. I kinda like it.

I got a whiteboard, because there’s loads of competitions to enter AND I like being organised.

So here I am, holding a cup of my flash tea with printed tags staring out the window at the sun looking for inspiration for the next flash fiction competition.

Breathe out missus.

Okay, I think I can do that today. It’s Sunday.