All out of words

Yes, complete silence for the last few weeks.  Not on account of the festering season but on account of the arrival of my first grandchild.  This blog is, as you know, not intended to be a personal journal but if you should want a peep at young Finn, email me offline if you want an invitation to Flickr picture sharing.    

Others  (you know who you are) have posted photos and poetry of the grandsprog.  I made scones and sang silly songs to the wean.  Perhaps my friend managed both but I found it fun to focus (uncharacteristically) on the life domestic.

I found that in solidarity with the new mum, I crashed out whenever possible, so any wordsmith activities were sidelined.  It was as though all my creativity was channelled in one direction.  However the other day, I was indulging in what Scots call tablet – a sort of crisp fudge.  Very sweet – I can’t eat more than one piece though this was quality stuff.  This prompted a reminiscence about my aunt’s home made treacle toffee.  It was the brittle sort, hard and translucent, broken with a toffee hammer.  I could taste the dark, burnt sugar sweetness.  Do we have a ‘mind’s mouth’?

Where is this leading?  Well, it’s often said that for writing to be effective, it needs to be specific, detailed, sensory if dealing with the physical world.  The immediacy of the toffee taste memory connected me to the excitement of seeking the right word for the sensation.  In a strange way, it seemed to make it possible to address topics much darker and harder.

Has Granny completely lost it?  Who knows?  I think I’ll pop out and buy some treacle toffee – or maybe I should make my own.  I wonder if it would taste like Auntie’s?

5 Responses to “All out of words”

  1. 1 chris January 5, 2008 at 11:26 pm

    Just you wait, ‘Enry ‘Iggins. You’ll be standing there one day, making toffee or whatever, and the words will start to form and you’ll have to leave the toffee and find an old envelope. Betcha!

  2. 3 rosemary January 6, 2008 at 4:39 pm

    I and Pangur my cat… “Tis a like task we are at…Hunting mice is his delight…Hunting words I sit all night.

    No I find creativity runs in one or another channel – recently, for me, dressmaking, thought there is always a background urge to write.

  3. 4 rosemary January 6, 2008 at 4:41 pm

    But not confronted with a yummy new baby!

  4. 5 Miriam January 11, 2008 at 8:22 pm

    Oh, oh, please would you e-mail me a link or some pictures of the wee one? 🙂

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