Last weekend I did something I had been hoping to do for about a year. I went away for a long weekend to meet with a large group of writers. Many of them are members of the Association of Christian Writers. The speakers for the weekend were Adrian Plass, Bridget Plass (his wife) and Tony Collins, a publisher of fiction and the author of a non-fiction book, Taking my God for a Walk.
I have come back so full of stories, ideas and experiences that it feels as if my head is full of threads of spaghetti, which need time to settle down and become untangled.
It would be worse if I had remained indoors for Saturday afternoon and attended more sessions of information. Instead I went for a two hour walk in the hills with five other people – not all writers. After that I did some singing with six other women of various ages. It was very enjoyable and relaxing.
I travelled on five trains and was a passenger in three different cars. The journey took me from one county into two others and back again by a different scenic route. Almost the entire journey was through beautiful countryside in Northern England. Part of it was along the coast.
At one point in Yorkshire looking at the small stations I recalled a memorable day in November 2010, when I was in a party of four people travelling on four trains each way to reach Gruyère. “Look at that castle!” I said.
“That’s where we are going,” replied my daughter.
I was amused by the contrast in size of a station (in Yorkshire) named Clapham with another station I travelled through twice over a month ago, which has a two-word name.
How can I unravel the spaghetti?
Unless my readers have any better ideas, I intend to let it simmer for a while. I shall continue with my usual routine, trying to do all the important things, being flexible enough to cope with any unexpected events and letting strands of spaghetti out in the form of blog posts and other literary endeavours.
Hopefully nothing will boil over, burn or explode. Perhaps some of the strands may even be nourishing.