Ok, let’s get this out of the way – the first post. Always the hardest, although for some reason this time it’s coming a little easier…she says, and then stumbles.
I was drawing this evening, in an A3 sketch book I found at home at Christmas, until I realised that I wasn’t drawing anymore. I’d started brainstorming some ideas for the house we will shortly be moving into and suddenly there was a page full of words in front of me, and they had nothing to do with the house. I was writing, and that hasn’t happened for a while.
The house we will be moving into has been a project for the last 10 months so I was looking for a new one, hence the brainstorming. Before starting a new blog landed itself on my evening’s agenda I was settling on the idea of documenting the way we turn our house into a home, so we’ll see what I can make of that on here.
The name might be a bit unoriginal, because I’m not great at naming things, but it is mine, and it was available, so I went for it. This means it can take the turns I am likely to take and roll with the ambiguity that is life. I’m not tied to being anything, or anywhere, it’s just me and my words, and you, if you like them.