1 post tagged “passion”
So, I haven’t posted for a while. Mainly because I’ve been scuttling around the country and haven’t had much time online to assemble my thoughts into any kind of coherent order. I went to York and Leeds and crunched through the snow with frozen toes. There was a vat of mulled wine, strawberry daiquiris and Sainsburys basics-range brandy. And a lot of dancing, at the awful club we used to go to on at least a weekly basis whilst at university. It’s still the same; sticky-floored, drab and selling fizzy vimto and gin for only £1.50. And for once I managed to keep my heels on until almost two. And I realised I really am lucky to have such passionate and creative friends.
All of my friends living in Yorkshire at the moment are older than me. And I haven’t finished a fanzine since I was sixteen years old. But the idea that my friends still make fanzines, and are still crazily passionate and sincere about music, writing, art and each other is so romantic and idealistic that it makes me dizzy. So I’m glad that the tenuous threads connecting us all haven’t unravelled yet. Sometimes maintaining those relationships seems unrewarding. But the nattering away about nothing in the middle of the night this weekend made it all worthwhile. Even if it was fucking freezing wrapped in sleeping bags with the heating not working.
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In other news and reviews, the latest instalments to my BitchBuzz series Literary Heroines to Love are Anna Kavan and Emma Forrest. Emma was kind enough to field my interrogative questioning with eloquence and grace, so it’s the least you can do to head over there and read all about it.
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A plethora of exciting new ideas are bubbling under the surface of everything I’m scribbling at the moment. To the extent that it’s hard to order my words in a logical fashion. So if I’m not making much sense at the moment, I’m sorry. Bear with me, and all will be revealed. I just need to sit on these eggs for a little while longer. But when they hatch, well. You’d better just watch out.
