When I get sick of writing. And clouds.

Writing is my job.

I’m the editor of a street magazine, which means I write lots of interesting stories about Tasmania – and edit many others. I’m communications specialist for a not-for-profit organisation, which means I write topic-specific content for blog and social media. I also freelance for a handful of clients, which means I write to convey brand messages and other such stuff.

And then there’s all the other writing that one does. Writing shopping lists. Writing text messages. Writing Christmas cards (recently). Writing a note to say I’ve “gone for a walk … back by 7am” (rarely).

I get sick of writing sometimes. It feels sacrilegious to say so. But I do. Same with social media. I just get sick of saying things all the time. And being watched and critiqued. I’m an introvert, you see. Sometimes it just plain wearies me to write.

And yet, I love it so.

Times like this, I recognise the need to throw wide the windows and let a new breeze blow in. How? By writing without agenda. To stream-of-consciousness scribble and ramble, to pull out the neglected journal, to write what comes without worrying about syntax and originality.

Just write.

This is what happened when I did this recently. In a plane. Looking at clouds. Having just taught students about haiku. And because cloud formations always enthral me.

Haiku #1

clouds boil like porridge
stuck to the roof of the sky
suddenly swallowed.

Haiku #2

potato gnocchi
morsels of cloud in blue sauce
done in three minutes.

Haiku #3

face, dragon, fish, car,
dances of cumulous with

Haiku #4

dab, swish, splatter, wash –
strokes on this canvas reveal
the Painter still paints.

Haiku #5

handwoven wool shawl
wrapped ’round broad holy shoulders
we finger the fringe.

Looking forward to some more moments this summer holiday when I can ‘just write’. Kinda like letting the inner kid of my creativity free to play. Play is super important to our development – not just for kiddlywinks! I mean, think what exploration and discovery and adventure and fun is experienced when we allow time for play. And think what it does for our stress levels too.

If you’re a creative sort (and even if you’re not!), perhaps there’s something that you could play at doing, without an agenda. It’s incredibly refreshing for the soul, which isn’t the least bit surprising when you consider Who breathed us into being!

Photo by SHTTEFAN on Unsplash


  1. Beautiful idea. I completely relate to what you’re saying as a fellow journalist and introvert. Love the thought of playing with words in my downtime 🙂

  2. Just beautiful; the words, the thoughts, the ideas. Thanks for posting xx

  3. I’m so glad you write, Claire. What you’ve written makes sense to me. Well, you always do, but here you’re talking about the need to write which I share with you. Only thing with me is that I don’t share my writing publicly which you do. I could use the excuse that I’m an introvert but that’s not valid considering that you identify as such but very much put yourself out there. I guess I’m just too afraid of judgment and criticism. When I get over myself I want to share what I know about mental health from a Christian perspective. One day…. In the meantime, thank you. With being a writer comes reading and that takes time. (Wherever do you get the time for all the extras as a busy mum?) So thanks for reading this. But mostly for all of the emails I get that put a smile on my face. (I enjoyed the haikus btw). And a very happy new year to you! Love Susanna

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    • Thank you Susanna! I’m not entirely sure where I find the time either 😆 I think God gives us time (and strength and resilience) as we need it to accomplish His work.
      Keep writing! I’m sure many people, myself included, would be interested in what you can share on that topic. I look forward to reading it sometime 😊 Blessings on you and yours lovely lady x

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