Ernest Hemingway said, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
Ernst makes it sound easy. It depends on the depth of your blood- through experience and imagination- and whether you can let it bleed or the best stuff remains trapped within. I think the simplest takeaway from his words is, to write you need to sit down and write.
In the past five months or so big changes have come. After a bittersweet hometown visit to New Zealand catching up with some family and friends I’ve returned to Scotland to live. I’m enjoying immensely this land of emerald and stone after so many years in the sand. There’s a feeling lurking in such ancient places, a rich vibe caste by generations of folk past who dwelled in the same places we now live and walk.
My new life sees me parted from my great friend Hokio, now wandering along new high walls peering down into the gardens of some unseen universe. Until we meet again my friend.
There is still much work to do on my new book, The Residium – Sanctuary, but I’m flexing my veins over the Apple. I’ve found a few cafes and pubs in Kirkcaldy conducive to writing undisturbed, only a short walk away and there are plenty yet to explore. Here is the working cover for The Residium – Sanctuary. Any thoughts gratefully received. JD