There’s a cupboard in my flat that hums. Not loudly—just enough to let you know it’s still there, remembering things you’ve forgotten. I mention this not because it’s relevant (it isn’t), but because it feels like the right sort of image for this sort of announcement.
I’m going away. Not away-away, not “found myself on a beach in Goa selling ethically sourced jewellery” away. Just… away from the regular rhythm of untypicable. My words will still arrive from time to time, like unsolicited catalogues or emotional flashbacks during a Zoom meeting. But I won’t be here every month, prodding at the internet with a stick and hoping for inspiration.
Sometimes, the ideas come too fast to catch. Other times, they sit in the corner, swaddled in blankets of doubt, refusing to come out unless I bribe them with biscuits and low expectations.
I’ve loved writing here. I’ve loved being strange and sideways, and occasionally profound by accident. But for now, I need a bit more stillness. I want to listen to the humming cupboard. I want to stare at dust motes and wonder what they’re whispering. I want to write with no intent, no deadline—just for the sake of it, and maybe for my houseplants.
This isn’t goodbye. I’ll be back. Possibly with an essay about the melancholy of abandoned garden gnomes. Possibly not. The cupboard will let me know.
Until then, take care of your oddities. They’re the most loyal parts of you.
Yours in vaguely misty sentiment,
Kerry
Born and raised in Sheffield, Kerry Freeman is an unrepentant tea addict, cat enthusiast, and lifelong expert in the art of looking busy while doing the bare minimum. By day, she works as a minion in a government department (no, not one of the cute yellow ones with dungarees). By night, she brings her wicked sense of humour to untypicable.co.uk as an occasional contributor, where she fearlessly tackles life’s nonsense with sharp wit, historical references, and the occasional inappropriate joke.
Kerry has no children (by choice, obviously), but she does have a cat, which is basically the same thing but with more attitude and fewer school runs. When she’s not writing, you’ll probably find her at a historical re-enactment, enthusiastically pretending she’s living in another century—preferably one with fewer emails and better hats.
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