Where are they when I need them?
My tongue and I rarely get along. We spout out thing backwards, upsidedown, inside out. Usually it’s entertaining. Our worst disagreement was, yes, I confess I had been having a few late nights (or nate lights as it came out) and I asked my nephew if he’d “share his cait’s with aunty grape”. Yep. That’s how it came out.
So I write.
Ah-ha, you thought this wouldn’t be a post about writing, didn’t you? Or maybe you know me too well and you thought…she’ll get around to talking about writing. Just wait.
So I am.
I write because of the backspace button (oh yeah, I’m not supposed to be using it.). You can edit anything you say. You can say it a hundred times, because, if you keep trying, you’ll get it written out right eventually. When you write you can say things slowly, you can say things with meaning, you can say anything and everything – and usually it comes out right.
It does with me.
I’d choose email over talking on the phone. I write letters. I blog. I have notebooks full of scrappy notes about this and that and the other. And my computer? It’s filled with documents and stories and novels and ideas and thoughts. I write. I don’t talk.
There’s nothing wrong with that. But, as in all things, “all things in moderation”. So I do talk, don’t worry, just a little, now and then, when I can’t get away with just writing what I need to say. (And yes, around my family I don’t shut up).
But writing, writing is how it really works. Here I can say brilliant things (I think they’re brilliant anyway). Here I can write and dream and create something marvellous.
Actually I found another world in my writing. Who knows, maybe one day it’ll be published as a novel and you’ll be able to read about my world. The world I write.
FIVE MINUTES. STOP.