The Return of #FriendblogFriday Karen Honnor,

Today, we look back at #FriendblogFridays Blog post by the talented Karen Honnor, a poet, blogger and author with a love for family, baking, drama and dog walking. Karen is a twice published writer and creates content for magazines and blogs on themes such as writing craft, midlife, menopause and mental health. Here, we share two of Karen’s recent pieces. The first, ‘Putting Pen to Paper’ talks about the pressure to create in the void left by lockdown, and how we should give ourselves the creative license to manoeuvre through it.

‘Recognising Rainbows’ takes a deeper look at the multicoloured symbol of hope we have come to expect in the windows of families with small children, and the images that can be unlocked with the power of colour and their associations with locked memories. How can a rainbow be the key to our emotional freedom?

Karen is a beautiful writer, and I hope you enjoy today’s offering.

Putting Pen to Paper

For the past eighteen months, ever since walking away from a long teaching career, I have been wrestling with the concept of introducing myself as a writer. Just when I was beginning to feel reconciled with the idea, with one book published and the embers of a story sparking, along came lockdown to put out all such flames. I found myself unable to put pen to paper for weeks and all thoughts of the characters that I had begun to sketch out, receded to the darkest spaces in my mind.

I kept reading that people were using this enforced time of solitude to create in many different ways, from sewing to sour dough and much more besides. The more I read such claims, the more frustrated I became until after much soul searching I gave myself permission to leave my story writing alone for a while. So I left my main character and her granddaughter in a limbo world for the time being, sipping tea and dunking biscuits as they chat about their view of the garden - much like many of us are doing via Zoom meetings and group chats right now.

As soon as I did that, I found phrases connecting in my head, forming into poetry and slowly I came to realise that my inner voice was still there during lockdown, it just needed to sing a different song. I thought about poems I had already written and how they might contribute to a new project that was gradually taking form. Alongside collating these, new poems were finding their way into my thoughts too. Many of them were born out of my experiences of lockdown - the yearning to be back with friends and family in a more tangible way than through a screen, the need to drink in the blossoming nature around me during my fleeting time outside of the house, and the struggle to get a hold of my emotions as they roller-coastered away over the passing days.