Enough already! It’s Friday and the media is still buzzing
about the buses not running in London for part of last Monday. Okay, there must
have been some people who had urgent matters to attend and I’m sorry and hope
you managed to walk, tube, cab, hitch a lift. But once in every two decades can’t we have a spontaneous
day off? ‘Don’t travel unless you
have to,’ said the bulletins. Yes. Leave what transport there is for
those who need it.
Meanwhile, think how nourishing that snow is for your writing; the
quality of the light, the whiteness of the freshly fallen flakes coating the
world. Mesmerising. This whiteness is the opposite of the usual scary blank page/screen on a Monday morning. I spent most of last Monday
morning in a meditative state, watching my garden become transformed. I finally
went up to write at about 3 pm – unheard of, my best writing is always in the
morning – yet the words flowed.
Please let’s not spend money on snowploughs that never get used.
Instead, why not fund a few more national play days? I have a feeling it isn’t just writers who could use more ‘blank’ days, some white space …
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