First past the post
In Bird by Bird , Anne Lamott reminds herself 'to pick up the one-inch picture frame and to figure out a one-inch piece of my story to tell' (p. 18). It helps with the freeze imposed by the blank page. My husband tells me 'don't get it right, get it written'. But he also says things like 'it's showbusiness, not showfriend', so I'm never sure whether to believe him. My late phd supervisor, a sorely missed, and deeply influential, man, would softly offer the image of sheets stacking themselves, one by one, in the out-tray, at the end of a day's work. All to cajole, boss, trick me into sitting down and writing. How long have I had this blog established, before taking the plunge? A month. Yesterday I went to a funeral. It was for the man I have just mentioned, my former phd supervisor. Unforgettable, a galviniser of thought, whose gift to me has been, will be, the gift of impatient patience. Never stop, never give up, love, laugh, and live. His pa