wondering what to write...
outside my bedroom window
a seagull laughs and laughs
This is one of those weeks.
Since our drive from the south of France to the south of England in the middle of last week, then, a few days later, across to south Wales, food has been:
Heartwarming: sweet potato and blue cheese bake at Fortify, a vegetarian café (with WiFi) in Maidstone.
Unexpected: foraged damsons and a few ripe cox from the orchard
Argumentative: fillet steak and a heated debate about the properties of the new cast iron frying pan, possibly fuelled by the 2005 Berton Vineyard Cabernet Sauvignon that rolled off the tongue at 15.5%.
Scary: a sausage roll from the West Cornwall Pasty Company at Leigh Delamere Service station on the M4. Is the sausage filling supposed to be so slippery?
Pretty: dessert at my nephew’s wedding.
Comforting: Chicken Assar at the Shah Tandoori Indian Restaurant in Port Talbot.
Life-saving: a custard slice at Café Remo’s on Aberafan Beach two thirds of the way through a hike along Port Talbot’s coastal path from Margam Moors to Baglan Bay with Cardiff writer, Peter Finch, which was interrupted by being very nicely ‘arrested’ on Tata Steel property and escorted off by security.
Cross-cultural: White stilton with pineapple and ginger.
Lots of detail but no ideas. And I want to write things that mean something to other people and not just remain at anecdote level. I want the things I write about to become more than just their literal selves: to be vehicles for ideas that will open and bloom in a reader’s mind.
But as all writers know, and have to learn to accept, the writing process can be like that: it sometimes feels impossible to pluck out the one thing that will lead you deeper.
Do you know those grab machines at the fairground? The glass cases filled with teddies or glittering fake jewellery and the crane arm you have to direct with a lever, for as long as your shiny coin will allow, and drop it onto your chosen prize?
My crane arm is either juddering or swinging wildly. When it drops it grasps air.
But this will pass. So, for now, let’s play:
|Mr & Mrs Beans-Onions|
with pet Beetroot
Hungry Writing Prompts
Write about coldness.
Write about birds.
Write about something that happens at a wedding.
Write about not getting what you want.
Write about going deeper.