A Note Full of Metaphor. Metaphorful?

(Which is a good word, whether it exists or not.)

River in Scotland

The photographs to accompany this piece were all taken on my journey southward last week. As such they are blurred in places, rough around the edges, show reflections, and are generally imperfect. Like me.

I write, I tell stories. Sometimes these are short, scant and brief, mere sketches of ideas designed to stimulate and provoke the thought process. At other times I write longer pieces, novellas and novels broken into digestible chunks, chapters and line breaks punctuating the manuscript.

My life is like this. At times I can see events unfurl that will become a chapter, a longer tale, perhaps a theme to be reintroduced later in life. At others I know that pause is permanent, this is over, put the book down, breathe and move on. Some chapters overlap, where one is defined by place, another can be predominantly about relationships — but these two things are not exclusive, they both inhabit the same temporal plane, after all. (more…)