The last couple of weeks of my life have been consumed by readying myself to leave. And I don’t mean packing boxes. Rather, I have been preparing to pack. It turns out that relocating yourself across the Atlantic Ocean, and taking everything you possess with you, is not a piece of cake.
For those of you that haven’t read my previous posts, I am moving to Canada in a few weeks. But before that happens, there’s a lot to be done.
Fortunately, despite the gargantuan task that lies ahead of me, I have still managed to find some time to write. I have been writing poems and flash fiction most days, but the majority of what I’ve been producing has been low quality. If I was being generous to myself, I would claim they were raw ideas or rough sketches of future concepts. In truth, they’re just scraps designed for the rubbish bin.
Don’t think I’m being overly harsh or critical of myself. I’m not beating myself up about these failed works. I realise that my mind is simply too loud and busy to focus properly on my creative works.
That being said, there have been a few gems (albeit dull gems) to have surfaced from my recent creative experiments.
Empty Home is a poem I published on the 30th of April, over on Medium. This was a piece that came directly from the heart. It typified how I was feeling at the time, trying to process and make sense of the changes occurring in my life. It speaks of losing a sense of home, and how I had already begun to miss my partner, who had recently flown over to Canada. Here’s the link to that right here:
The second piece that I was quite proud of was a short story called The Endless Nightmare, which was also posted on my Medium account. I had a lot of fun with this one. I wrote the initial outline in about fifteen minutes or so but spent a substantial amount of time editing it. Here it is:
Overall, like I said, I’ve not been able to focus on my creative writing all that much. And I have neglected my visual art practice completely. But the small amount of writing that I have managed has kept my creative juices flowing.
Something that I am quite excited about is a new novel idea that I’ve had. I won’t give any details away just yet, as planning is in the infant stages, but suffice to say, it will be another dystopian/horror.
And to update you on Like Pigs (the main novel I’m currently working on), progress is slow. I have been editing a small amount each day, but I rarely get time to dedicate to it. I’m hoping that changes in the coming weeks.