So...
here’s an experiment.
It’s Monday – traditionally the most dreaded day
of the week. And what else is dreaded? The blank page – so I’ve opened a new
file without a title or even a clue of what I’m going to write, with the
intension of publishing the piece before the end of the afternoon... arghhhh!
So,
what have I come up with so far...? Well, the first thing I wrote got deleted, then
I looked around for inspiration and noticed that there was something navy and
white in my extra hot whites wash – oh no
a stowaway sock had somehow hidden in
the corner of a round drum... how does that even work? Who knows, but it obviously
needed sorting out immediately – disaster averted and a cup of tea made, right
let’s get to work... I’ve changed the font and the size, there, that’s better.
So
maybe the title should be procrastination... oh... I don’t know how to tell you this but
there’s another stripy sock in the hot wash – I don’t know how that happened, I
never miss odd things in the washing machine, or have I stumbled upon an answer
to the universal problem of the odd sock? It seems that socks have a will of
their own and stowaway in the washing machine to add themselves to other washes.
Ok
this is past a joke now – there was a third stripy sock in the whites wash...
and what has all this taught me? Well apart from that I need to check the
washing machine better when I empty it, I think I need to stop looking around
for inspiration, all I seem to find is stuff to do.
On
reflection maybe daydreaming would have been a more productive way to spend the
afternoon, delving around in my own imagination where hopefully I won’t find
any stripy socks, although now they seem to be getting everywhere, so you never
know, maybe it’s a sign that I should write a story about stowaway socks – oh dear
the more I think about it... so if I end up writing about socks I shall blame
it on this experiment that I decided was a good idea on a Monday afternoon in May,
when I was probably in denial that I should either do some promotional work for
my books, or start writing a new one.
Hang
on a minute – the main character in my new book has odd socks on, so although
they’re not stripy, maybe I could pass this off as a promotional piece, and
pretend that that was my intention all along, but in truth I find it a bit
weird that events and my imagination have conspired to come full circle and all
seem interwoven. I wonder what was whirling around in the washing machine when
I decided to put odd socks on my character in the first place, and looking around
me now, I can see other things that could have inspired my story, but I’m not
giving them away today – that’s for another day.
