23/07/2023
So what do you do when your on a plane with no internet. You write of course. Funny thing about writting, for me anyway, is that I find it so exciting! I never know what is going to appear in front of me as if by magic. The shear thrill of this process makes it appear to my mind, that I am not in control of this process. Every sentence is like a small present to myself and, inturn the reader. These unexpected presents, each adorned with colourful wrapping paper that my pen must unwrap, allows me to be as surprised at the story as I hope you will be. Sometimes I am so surprised I hear myself saying ' Who said that' , needless to say not a good look in a quiet airplane preparing to land. But I digress lol. What I wanted to point out, is even after writing a lot of short pieces in the last 3 or 4 years( at last count close to 700 poems and a few short stories) I still have no real idea of how my head managers to get the story out and on to the paper! For example, what I am writing now in this little piece of prosaic proes had no overall structure to start with. Yes, I decided to write because I was limited in what I could do in the cramped space of this Airbus 360 but what to write about I didn't have a clue. So I find I always start with something I know and in this case it was easy: I knew I was going to write so I started with that idea and look where we are now! To my mind, each sentence after the opening lines were purely ad lib, musings of my inner id if you like. I keep wanting to say it's not me but I'm afraid someone might suggest that I was bi polar or some such. I suppose what I am trying to get at is, while it appears to me to be a voice that is not the me that is walking around saying and doing things. That voice I would call the 'hard' me and the voice that I don't really know what it is going write next, is the soft me. Not yet formed and still maulable until that last moment of creation. Its the side of me that changes from moment to moment until, like a social butterfly decides to land saying something like ' look at all thouse pretty colours im going to land on that one'. The long and the short of it is this: Being human is about two halfs each having its place and attributes. And yes added togeather and used as whole package we are indeed more than the sum of our parts!
