Sharpen

It’s been a while. I’ve been really, really busy.  And then the school holidays come, with incessant demands on my attention, sucking the last of my intellect from my skull, draining it through my nostrils like an ancient Egyptian funerary nightmare. 

But when I’m not writing, the unexpressed writhes and scratches within me, until I can contain it no more and it claws its way free. 

So I carve out a space, sharpen my nib, and I write again.