When it slips away

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I woke up this morning, dragged myself out of my cosy camper bed, to sit out in the cold, because I felt the urgent pulling need for a sit on my own.

A sit to write in.

And now I am here.

I don’t know what needs to come out. Something does. I can feel it. Pushing out against my skin, put pressure on every single atom of me. There is an urge so strong that I am sitting here writing frantically, desperately trying to drag it out of me.

What is it? What am I trying to say? What needs to come out?

I can feel it slipping away, dissipating inside me as I watch birds flit over the Scottish fell.

* I wrote this last week whilst camping in Scotland. It kinda captures the pull of writing, the pull of being on my own. And the agony when the writing slips away *

2 thoughts on “When it slips away

  1. Yes, yes, yes! I’m so glad to see someone else talking about this feeling! It drives me mad sometimes because it is so strong and I KNOW I need to write something but it just refuses to show itself and then goes away.
    I hope we can learn how to catch these little rebelious writing birds

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    • It is so frustrating isn’t it! Happens to me so often that I get these ideas or feelings that I need to write and then I sit down to write and…poof! Gone! I have tried writing down my ideas as prompts for later. And then I forget to look at them…

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