words and words

Whoever said words dont come easy probably wasnt a writer. I have never had writers block in terms of what to say, but i do somethings dither as to whether the structure works. SHould this chapter go before or after,, where would it have the most impact, or would the readers get confused if I kept jumping timelines.

But today I read a small blurb written by each of the authors of this years Booker Prize. The one thing they had in common was at some points, they all had doubt as to what they were doing. Some authors had worked on their books for years..another had put hers away and then picked it up two years later….I also loved the way one author kept herself so immersed in her story that she almost became part of the narrative. It was actually inspiring and really helpful for me.

I dont have the imagination to look at the earth from mars, or naval gaze  at my own mortality, but perhaps in my small way I can contribute to understanding a little more about why life is unfair and why we should always barrack for peace over war, for our collective humanity and kindness to be shared and for all of us to be allowed to be free.

I still dont have a title. I thought i had found one, but it was taken.