It’s taken a turn… (poetry)

It’s taken a turn

And not for good

Who could foresee

This year we would

See our futures

And lives destroyed

With not a thought

Thrown into the void

Not one in which

There is an end

Or one from which

You can defend

What once we knew

Has really changed

Before our eyes

They rearranged

Our thoughts and lives

Nobody can know

What next will come

In this live shitshow

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks

Nuthatch

Inspired by a post I saw yesterday, I have dug out my photo of the only time I have seen a nuthatch here in the UK. Having trees close by meant we had plenty of wildlife in this small patch of garden, but was only a temporary rented property again so we weren’t there very long. I also spook birds quite easily as well, so usually have to spend some time waiting for them, this time I was lucky having put food out for the squirrels and other birds.

(c) K Wicks

Learning to paint #2

I am thoroughly enjoying painting now and kind of wish I had found it years ago, feeling as if I have missed 20 years of something great. But I am making up for it with all evenings and weekends now taken up with painting. There is a lot more to it than I realised.

I keep switching between finding tutorials on YouTube and trying to use my own imagination. Above is imagination and below is tutorial.

At first I also switched between watercolours one weekend and acrylics the next (below). Liking both, but have settled on watercolours for now.

(c) K Wicks

We’re told to try… (poetry)

We’re told to try

And do what we can

But the shit has really

Hit the fan

We’re in this together

A big fat lie

They swan around

And still deny

They haven’t got

A fucking clue

Of what is truth

Or what to do

The wildest claims

But no evidence

Shall have the direst

Consequence

A fallen nation

With no foe to see

Instead ground down

By tyranny

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks

Learning to paint #1

Last month I decided to start learning how to paint. I had a pack of partially used watercolours that my grandma gave me years ago so started there. Quickly switching to acrylic the following week and back again. After 25 years of drawing geometric black and white pictures, I am thoroughly enjoying using colour. Checked out a few tutorials and found a picture to copy. Starting with nature and seeing it where it takes me.

(c) K Wicks

Fiction is pointless

Fiction is pointless. What do you think when you hear those words? Do you agree? Have you ever given thought to why fiction is a thing? I am a writer and horror fiction is my chosen genre (or rather I think it chose me). So I was disturbed to hear these words, from someone close to me at the time. Not when we first met, he just said he wasn’t into reading fiction and we left it at that. But a couple of years later, I was curious and wanted to know, why didn’t he like reading fiction?

The answer threw me completely. Fiction is pointless. I have to confess, I believe I took the defensive route immediately. As someone who has enjoyed many hours of escapism growing up immersing myself in books and movies and writing my own stories. I thought it was essential and it had never dawned on me that other people may not share that. I think I unpicked that jumper thread because I knew my husband would never read my books or be interested in any of my fiction, I wanted further explanation. I didn’t quite realise the can of worms it was going to open.

I tried so hard to explain it, what joy fiction could bring letting your imagination run riot as they say. He shook his head at me. Then I worked out something vaguely in the back of my mind. When talking about stuff previously I had asked him about playing as a child and imagining things and he said the phrase which was starting to make more sense ‘I could never go full cartoon’ like everyone else. I didn’t quite understand it, but couldn’t think of a way to get him to describe it better at the time, but now it came back to me. I had it, and said ‘when I read books, I actually see what I am reading in my head, there are pictures of what’s going on. Like a movie’.

And that was it. What seemed like such a small thing as one person liking fiction and the other not, uncovered something very profoundly different and something that would affect nearly every aspect of our lives thereafter. We discovered he has Aphantasia, a lack of visual imagery in mind. He didn’t see pictures in his head, and to be honest, was pretty horrified that I did. And it turned out apparently 98% of people do in some way or another as well. The adjustment to this has been long and sometimes not easy. It’s made me analyse my own thought process all over again too, because as it turns out, I have Hyperphantasia, which is considered an over active and vivid imagination. Now I know other people aren’t like me either, they don’t have constant dialogue, pictures, songs, films, memories and ideas all jostling for position at once in mind. It’s been a strange old road, and this year has just made it all the stranger…

(c) MKW Publishing