‘When my thumb touches my little finger
a door opens that I forgot was there’
– from ‘Rule of Thumb’ by WS Merwin (The Moon Before Morning)
Lately, I’ve been finding things coming full circle.
It’s no coincidence that the circle is (one of) the most ancient symbols of the self.
I started to blog back in 2002. I wrote about all the things that were on my mind – writing, and how to make things with words, and how to make more things with more words and the writers who inspired me and all the people I worked with using writing.
But for some reason, whether it was lack of self-belief (probably) or frustration with the technology (it was actually quite difficult to make a space that I actually liked the look of back then), or perhaps feeling that there were so many different aspects of my creative self that I wanted to express, I would tear things down every few years, remake my online place in some new form and start again.
And here I am now. Starting again. My previous online space didn’t feel quite right. I want to say more than the covers of my books can say. I want a space to think things through, collect things – half-formed ideas as well as things I’ve made, a page where I can scribble and doodle and sometimes colour in.
The way I understand ‘writer’ is as someone who makes things with words. And a person who makes things wants to share some of those things – connect with other people who make things. Creative writing has always had the ‘workshop’ where other forms of art have ‘maker spaces.’ To me, the idea of a ‘maker space’ feels much more exciting, much more inviting. Writers are makers. Words are our objects, our paint and clay.
And if an idea keeps tugging at your sleeve, whispering in your ear, you should probably listen. You should probably just get on and do that thing. You should probably step through that door – and then keep on going.