(Read the rest of this post then go here if you're new!)
Well, I'm still rather in love with the stones at the odd inkwell, all using text found in an 1800 children's school reader. I'm not quite sure what a reader is though - somebody help the Brit out...
A handful of people are still joining the river every day, as the ripples spread outwards (thanks to you already-in-the-river folks). A lot of them have been saying to me 'we'd love to join if it's ok with you, it's late?
As I said on Twitter this morning, late schmate.
I'm still very happy to add you to our blogroll. And anyone who writes a small stone before mid-February will be free to submit it to our 'river of stones' book (which we're very excited about). Write in your notebook, write online, we don't care. Just write. (And email me if you want to receive my occasional updates.)
Johannes suggested today that we have a river in different seasons. We're thinking about something in July... something different... so the river won't be stopping at the end of January. I don't think we could stop it if we wanted to.
I do hope you're enjoying the observing and the writing. Do let us know how you're getting on - what are the best bits? The worst bits? Which are your favourite stones? Feel free to re-post them here or in our Facebook group or on your fridge or on your mum's fridge.
Happy weekend! I'll leave you with one of my favourite creativity poems...
“Write something every day, she said”,
“even if it’s only a line,
it will protect you”.
How should this be?
Poetry opens no cell,
heals no hurt body,
brings back no lover,
altogether, poetry is
powerless as grass.
How then should it defend us?
Only by strengthening
our fierce and obstinate centres.