So I can’t remember the last time I wrote like this and the last time I opened up my WordPress app. I suppose I am feeling, inspired, content and ready to return to the magical land of writing.

I’ve been spending a lot of my time recently at a venue called Arch 1. In the middle of West Ham and Canning Town. It is a community hub, much like a country pub is, but tucked away in a quiet neighborhood in East London. I’ve met various people over the course of a few weekends there and I’m yet to meet a person I didn’t like or greet in someway; I think I probably never will.

The people I’ve met are of all different ages, races, locals and the not so locals. I met a women probably in her fifties. Yesterday she came in around 5pm to get some chicken from the great Pablos. I was sitting sobbing in the corner of the garden, hard, obtrusive, loud sobs. She smiled at me and I just held up my book (A Little Life, which everyone should read and is the best book I’ve ever read) and we got chatting about literature and the undeniable feelings a good book gives you. Then she asked if I ever considered doing a writing course and I said, no, never. She was surprised and I realise I was stupid for not ever thinking of it. Her name was Truce and she was like a shining beacon of inspiration and also such obvious logic. Thank you Truce for your honest, candid conversation.

The hours past and suddenly a Brazilian women called Ana, who walked past earlier, came in and sat on the table next to mine. Three hours later we were chatting endlessly about life and the struggles, pressures and dead ends everyday life brings, but also of our mutual craziness, inibillity to plan, being free and doing the stuff we love. We spoke about our sisters and discovered we both shared a similar sister, one that lives far away, we cried together over missing them. We are now friends and I’m invited around anytime I’m at Arch 1, if I want to go round and cook together, and even of going to Brazil and holidaying in her beach house.

Everytime I go to Arch 1, I meet another person I would like to see again, and inevitably I will. I see returning faces, hear new music and the old. It’s a place of possibility, sometimes wild crazy nights and sometimes peaceful days, chilled days which follow the energetic, lively ones. The conversations are never dull or mundane, the music and company never, ever, bad.

I looking forward to try and maintain my writing and carry on writing the book and that will probably take me whole live to put together.

See you soon x