I’m in an art gallery in Halifax when I realise I’ve been planning murder. Not only that, but my love affair with screen beans and embedded video is over, finished!
The realisation was brutal. I’d been a role model, an actor in ‘Death by Powerpoint.’ Yes, it was annie in the classroom with the projector. Also in the lecture theatre, conference room and in the words of the King (aka Yul Brynner) et cetera, et cetera, et cetera!
I’ve had to turn my back on writing. Flashes inspire, disturb and disrupt. Shapes lethargically appear on the page, unoriginal and strung out like socks on a washing line; disconnected, dark, empty. A real paradox as my mind is full of whizzing thoughts, ideas, moments, experiences but as Roald Dahl’s BFG explains “I’ve been gobblefunking around with words and cannot be squibbling the whole gropflunking dream on a titchy bit of paper.” (www.roalddahl.com/home) Continue Reading