Sparks Of Eclectic Madness, I

Extracts from a writer's diary, January 2026

2/1/26

' verba volant scripta manent'.

Spoken words fly away, written words remain.

Perhaps writing will bring peace, or clarity, or hope.

Perhaps we deserve all three.

3/1/26

How lucky am I to still have so much to do?

5/1/26

There are parts of me, on dark and lonely nights, that fears I'll never get there. But I will. My dreams are not just dreams. They are journeys, pursuits, directions. It will take time. That's ok. I'm allowed to find happiness and joy and impatience and boredom and magic and humour along the way.

My soul is allowed to long, so long as it doesn't forget that what it yearns for is only meaningful because of what it takes to get there.

8/1/26

I want to practice the art of letting people be. Letting them mispronounce a word, misunderstand me, talk about something they love even if it is of no interest to me.

Everyone's got something that lights them up.

I want to practice the art of letting people shine.

9/1/26

The idea that other people's perception of you is like a venetian blind. They get vertical temporal snippets, but it's the in between, the parts people don't see, that matters.

That is who you truly are. The person only you know.

11/1/26

Hiraeth

~ A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return. A home which maybe never was; a nostalgia, a yearning, a grief for the lost places of your past.

12/1/26

A story should have a beginning, middle and end. But who says in that order?

14/1/26

Sometimes my perfectionistic tendencies prevents me from putting pen to paper. But then I realise that I'm writing about my family, the stars, that love never ends, the fact that sometimes there's a cat and that we live in a world where there are fat squirrels in winter. And what could be more perfect than that?

17/1/26

Reminding myself that the love we give is never a waste. Trying, is never a waste.

23/1/26

The cinema is something that makes me feel so acutely aware of the fact that I am alive.

And how lucky are we to be so? To feel, to smile, to laugh, to admire, to grieve, to love, to cry, to aspire; what is more beautiful than that?

Perhaps to make others feel seen. Perhaps to make others feel so acutely aware of the fact that they are alive. And how lucky are they to be so.

24/1/26

Feeling like hard work and perseverance may actually pay off, always, eventually. Maybe we are always better for the hard times, so long as we never give up, remember Vienna waits for us and recognise that we are allowed to have fun along the way.

25/1/26

The idea that this is the first time my body has been somewhere, but my imagination has come here often.

Also the notion that answers need not be feared. They need not mark finality. Simply redirection. Growth. Further conjecture.

26/1/26

Felt a little proud of myself recently.

This really might be the idea that goes all the way you know, will keep you updated. In fact, you'll be the first to know.

Thinking that maybe the whole point of life is saluting magpies and that we are all apart of a mystery and perhaps that is enough to know.

27/1/26

Friendship is so important. To love another person's soul, choices, their presence. What a gift.

29/1/26

Do not collect your shadow before you have finished with it. I know this means something but I don't know what that is yet.

I shall tell the moon of my troubles. And probably you.

30/1/26

It was raining in my mind but now look at all these flowers.

Quite captivated by the idea that people come and go exactly when they're supposed to and that when they've gone, they've never really left because we are all mosaics of the people we love (d) - the past tense ones are the worst - and eventually, everyone comes back, if only in a dream.

31/1/26

We talk of haunted spaces. What of haunted souls?

What of the souls that long and yearn and search for something that they can't quite put their finger on, but they have an affinity to nevertheless. The thing they hope to see in cloud formations, in the brushstrokes of certain paintings, in the flap of a magpie's wing.

The resolution they hoped to find on a copernica of wished upon stars.

LM ★