The past two weeks have been BRILLIANT. For the first time in over a year, I feel like I can read properly and easily. I am sure it is something to do with having a baby and being a bit ill. I remember trying to teach a workshop during my early pregnancy and feeling so ill and vague and disorientated that I had to leave during the middle for a few minutes to collect myself. The fog never really went away, but I have been mind-over-mattering through it.
Now it has gone and I have been reading and instead of having to puzzle out the sentences I can hear them slotting into place one in front of the other. I can feel the way the paragraphs are making the pages breathe. The Mr is not reader of fiction, but he is a listener to music and we have often talked about the jaggy, nails on a blackboard feeling you get when you listen to words or notes out of tune. I was not as sensitive to words as I usually am for a while.
Everything is suddenly so much better. Like someone has turned up the volume on the radio. There is a real pleasure to be had in writing sentences, but being able to read them is better. Being able to read them and hear them is what makes me want to write.
I am reading stories by John Cheever.
In other news, and in a symbolically pleasing kind of way: the contact form at the footer of this website has been bust for ages and I didn’t notice. Now I have noticed and it has been fixed. I never ignore polite messages, so if you’ve tried to contact me and haven’t received an answer, forgive me and try again as I can hear you loud and clear now.