Writing from now.

 There is no such thing as writers block, just start typing words right? But organising words into sense, into meaning and inspiration, freedom or pain, into laughter, into joy... into money??….is where the challenge begins. I’m sitting at a computer that’s meant to not be working. It’s been fine for the last 2 hours. I think it likes me..I’m at my twin sisters house in Tawa. &....now it happens, the chaos of my life crashes to the forefront of my brain as I try to write about WHY I’m here…so back to describing. If all else fails, come back to now and describe it.

…I can hear the sound of gunfire in the background, but I’m not disturbed, at least not anymore disturbed than anyone could be be about kids playing violent games for hours. If I thought about it I could be, but I try not to think about it. I’m trying to write. I can hear 12 yr old Nani behind me in the kitchen getting something to eat. Everyone snacks around here, I feel left out. My stomach is complaining and I realise I’ve been so immersed in this, I’ve forgotten about food. When did that last happen? I’m hungry but torn, I’m loving writing so much that I don’t care what I write about as long as I write. The internal manager, directs me towards food, the writer reluctantly releases control.