Freefall
Tonight I want to write but have no idea what to write about. The idea of this blog is to write for 15 minutes about whatever. And each time I've written so far, I've known what I want to say or at least what I want to try and articulate. But today I have nothing but the desire to write. So I'm just going with it and seeing where it goes. No agenda. No fine thoughts. Not even a picture to go on.
The first time I did a 15 minute freefall like this was in Hull last September when I was trying to process various things. A friend had advised me to write for 15 minutes over 4 days and just see what happened. And it was great.
The over-thinking part of my brain, from the start, was not happy. Each time I sat down it would huff and puff and then quickly flick the Vs and stomp off. Leaving me with a wide open space to run into and fly.
Not that I did that straight away. More a tentative toe went in, then another, and another, and then a whole foot, then two feet, then a short bumbling faffy moment until finally I was off. Running and growing wings. And it did the trick. I wrote more than I thought I would and came up with some very telling stuff.
So that was the catalyst for this blog. Which I've kind of stuck to. It feels very different writing publically though and the over-thinker in me has quit flicking the Vs and wanted to get in on the action. So tonight I've just wanted to go back to that place of beginnings. And I've no idea how to end this now so I'll just stop. Bye.
The first time I did a 15 minute freefall like this was in Hull last September when I was trying to process various things. A friend had advised me to write for 15 minutes over 4 days and just see what happened. And it was great.
The over-thinking part of my brain, from the start, was not happy. Each time I sat down it would huff and puff and then quickly flick the Vs and stomp off. Leaving me with a wide open space to run into and fly.
Not that I did that straight away. More a tentative toe went in, then another, and another, and then a whole foot, then two feet, then a short bumbling faffy moment until finally I was off. Running and growing wings. And it did the trick. I wrote more than I thought I would and came up with some very telling stuff.
So that was the catalyst for this blog. Which I've kind of stuck to. It feels very different writing publically though and the over-thinker in me has quit flicking the Vs and wanted to get in on the action. So tonight I've just wanted to go back to that place of beginnings. And I've no idea how to end this now so I'll just stop. Bye.
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