On being a writer...

A celebration of the writing process, of being a writer, of all the weird things that pass through a writing brain...

Sunday, 4 May 2014

The Words in My head

What are the tunes playing in your head?   I live to a constant sound-track of words and songs and I'm just at the very beginning of writing a new book about the words that someone carries in her head.

But before I set off, here are a few words playing in my head.  I've just spent a lovely weekend with old (as in we are long- term) school friends.  We spent a lot of time in the garden, and one of them mentioned an arbutus. Immediately I am back at school singing in my head the old folk song

My love's an arbutus
By the borders of Lene,
So slender and shapely
In her girdle of green.
And I measure the pleasure
Of her eye's sapphire sheen
By the blue skies that sparkle
Through the soft branching screen

Then I have a kitten, bought by my daughters for Christmas, called Dora.  So I spend half my life with the words:  All of my life, opening doors, suddenly finding the one that I wanted was yours

Then there are the seasons:  We've just finished April:  All in the April evening/April airs are abroad...

We're into May

When the present has latched its postern, behind my tremulous stay
And the May month flaps its glad green leaves, like wings...

It's as if I carry with a kind of repository of the marvellous words that have mattered to me, or that I've learned, or that have struck a chord and the slightest prod can set them alive again.

Or it's a form of madness, one of the two.

1 comment:

  1. Love this post, Katharine. Really interesting. I do the same, but I'm enormously impressed by the erudition of the voices that inhabit you. Mine are a jarring mix of poetry and really naff 80s pop songs. Quite a racket.

    Your kitten is VERY cute, by the way.