Sometimes it is enough, just that, to start. To make a start. To start out. It can be the most difficult thing to do. That white sheet of paper, though these days it is more likely to be a blank computer screen. I did it though. I began and watched my every word. It will ease, that watchfulness and the words will flow more easily.

We are to make a journey today. Just a small one compared to the one tomorrow.

The rain was relentless this morning, though the air was warm and the sea a gentle lapping.

The storm before this one was called by my name. I didn’t hear or see her. Nor I think will we see much of Francis. We sat out in the afternoon and one of our neighbours was cutting the grass with a strimmer. A noisy thing. He called out to apologise and said that he wouldn’t be long but that he wanted to get it done before the storm.

Another commission has come through. I am so grateful, more than I can say. To earn my way is so important to me. So important, especially when it can be made here in this studio and using my skills. Thank you. All of you.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.