‘It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.’ Vita Sackville-West
Like zillions of you, I’m writing a book (The God Damn Book my family calls it).
My first, and I’m lost within it.
I’m not functioning in the outside world quite as I used to. Dishes pile high, the laundry basket is growing mold. I’m late for everything.
Our dust has become so grimy it traps live flies and insects.
Stray ants roam our pantry. There’s always a tasty potato molded to the shelf at least two years past its prime.
Please don’t ask me about our toilets. The Pubaholic’s stopped using them. He claims the toilets on the building site are more hygienic.
Of course, should I publish the God Damn Book, all will be forgiven.
So, that’s my mission. To conquer that editor’s slush pile. And I will share my secrets with you along the way. Let’s journey together. And in between let’s lose ourselves within our books. After all, that’s the fun part.
Here we shan’t feel guilty. Leave those dishes. Pick up your ragged notebooks. Let your creativity spill word by word. We shall spur each other on.
Hope you will share your stories with me. Come back soon.