This is a guest post from Warrior Mikey Collings in Suratthani in response to a grab bag exercise.
In Writers Group last week we were asked to come up with ten random words and incorporate them into a prompt.
My words: write, snow, falter, sing, solid, tree, picture, fan, cola, coda
My prompt was "Postcard"
Hi. Sorry it's taken so long to write. There's been such a maelstrom in my head and every time I put pen to paper I would falter. Such an assault on the senses - nothing seemed solid. It's dreamlike being back and I have to keep reminding myself that I'm a real person in a physical world with a job to do.
I want to sing every day. I do, actually, though usually out of earshot of the neighbours! My head is still full of home, of cold and snow and pictures of mountains in their austere beauty - surreal images when you're sitting under a fan and it's 32 degrees indoors. I've resolved to make myself healthier and try and eat more fresh food. It's surprisingly difficult here where I only have a microwave and if you eat out it's usually something fried. I already lapsed and bought Coca-Cola - well, Pepsi. I've not yet touched the whisky, though we'll see how long that lasts.
I'm writing this in Surat Writers. I didn't intend to, so it's rather weird that this is all tumbling out from ten random words, but I think it makes a fitting coda to a wonderful Christmas trip.
Miss you all.
PS: I need to include the word "tree".
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