..because you can’t just splurge onto the page ,you have to construct a structure of the experience and so it will let other people in…..

There is no way I consider myself a writer .

I just like to write – be it my diary , a shopping list , on this odd little blog etc.. I like paper,pens,words, symbols .I think they are beautiful

And then I hear a real ,proper,poet speak and it makes sense to me why I write .

Last week on Desert Island Discs, Jackie Kay said ( in a much less clumsy way that I am writing it )

”The more traumatised we are about something, the more we want to tell the story, or we would be silent. Writing is one of the ways of expressing the inexpressible.

Love defines us and gives us identity and love is what makes us strong .We are often shadowed in our life by losses, we have lost people in different ways and so strange loss becomes a presence , absence becomes a presence. Writers write to try and grapple with the presence that absence makes ”.