On writing
I always feel bad about the long intervals between each post. I had hoped and imagined that I would post at least once a month but this year has been difficult. Much of what has been swirling in my head feels so out of rhythm with what has been happening in the world. In short I'm struggling to write in a time when it feels like the world is constantly precarious and on the verge of burning into ash. When the Israel-Iran 12 Day War was happening I was in a small town with no robots (traffic lights) trying to write about something I love. I was at the foot of the mountain being looked after thanks to the Jakes Gerwel Foundation's Residency for three weeks. I treated it as a bubble and now the bubble has been burst and I am face to face with the reality that I am struggling to write unless I turn my world into a bubble. This is an old tension I have faced before: what do I (or maybe should I) write about when it feels like the world is going 'tits up'? When I first began...
