a life creative
Is it the end of the word for this little solderer? I have very little free time these days to post on blogs, and the rare stretch of free time I do have, I’d rather not be stuck in front of the computer watching the day tick away any more than I have to. There are things to hammer and solder. Geez!
While I remember well that it was writing that got me to Italy in the first place, my words have oxidised. It wasn’t an immediate change. I’d been living here a few years before I realised that I didn’t have to “apply myself to my creative writing degree”, that I could “cellar” the poetry and the 4 novels I’d NaNoWriMo’d out of my system and life would go on. I recognise any writing I have done here in Italy (aside from content) was really only ever a form of therapy while being thrown between cultures/languages/cities. Reading over anything between 2012 and 2015 is either horrendously cringeworthy or makes me certain someone else wrote that stuff.
With all that in mind it doesn’t mean I definitely won’t write again in the future. For now what I do doesn’t allow me the physical time nor the headspace to write.
Simply put, the urge to create is now a visceral, physical one – dirty hands, fire and metal.
I’m happiest here: