Prompts: Cattedrale

I’ve never done this before but here goes! (Prompt from a photo posted by the lovely Listen for the Reverb by V.C. Linde)

Image is © Piero Pizzi Cannella. Please don’t post this anywhere without the copyright attached.

Do you remember the days we’d spend, dancing on rainbows underneath the stained glass doors? Do you remember the way the sunlight would beam through the cathedral walls, capturing our essence within the dust particles it would illuminate? Did you see the glass shatter, leaving nothing but arched holes in our hearts? Did you see the colours seep away into the gutters, like the chalk drawings we used to paint on the pavement and then blast away with a hose? Did you even notice the shadows as they creeped silently into our souls, leaving nothing but a menacing abyss of broken memories that we once called home.

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Raising a phoenix from the ashes

So I started writing  a book at the start of 2013  and about a month ago I finished it. It quite honestly was one of the biggest achievements of my life, being a book that has within it some of my most personal thoughts, experiences and discoveries about myself. And then, as sometimes is the way, I lost half of it. Me, being the absolute nonce that I am, saved it on my laptop and on my laptop alone, and when my laptop decided to be filled with the spirit of Chucky it decided it wanted to revert to the memory status of six months ago and lose everything I had on it since then. Which meant university essays, CVs, job applications, poetry, photos, memories, and my book amongst other things: YOU DON’T EXIST ANYMORE!!! Of course I was pretty gutted but remarkably I seemed to deal with the situation well; the screen has no cracks, the case has no dents, I managed to stay calm and think, oh well, the next time it’ll be better and now you can learn.

Now I think we all need to take a moment to appreciate just how fricking out of the ordinary that is.

Moment taken.

But one thing that did happen is I got put off writing a bit and I haven’t managed to gear myself up to finish that book again, partly because I have enough university work to keep me going until May and partly because, quite honestly I’m scared I won’t be able to reach that same level of achievement and satisfaction that I had the first time around. It will get written of course, because my aim is to publish at least one book and even though I may not have the skill for it you can be damn sure I’m going to try. It’s just those painful moments of opening it up, looking at it, and forcing yourself to pretty much start all over again. I have to say I’m lucky as that is more metaphorical than real as I still have half the work saved but a lot of it didn’t even make it to the final draft first time around and it’s that task of trying to remember those golden nuggets that scares me.

But maybe that’s the wrong way to look at it. I mean I feel so incredibly lucky to be a type of writer that does not need a specific environment or time of day or caffeinated beverage to work. I can open it up at any time and in any place and just write. I don’t even need a plan; the story is created as I write and what end up being extremely important events in the grand scheme of things are thought up on a whim. So maybe I need to go back to that openess again instead of trying to write from memory. Perhaps I’m not writing the same book again. Perhaps this book will end entirely differently. Maybe I’m not resucing the remains of an old book but in fact fashioning an entire new adventure from the scraps that remain. Just like the ideas of my book, this post has actually managed to make me finish with a whole new mindset from when I started writing it. Suddenly it’s all a mystery again, and that’s not scary at all. In fact it’s actually quite exciting!

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