I shall live badly if I do not write, and I shall write badly if I do not live.’ Francoise Sagan

Friday, 8 March 2013

If I won the lottery….

Words are my true love and putting them together into a well-crafted ensemble is my favourite pastime. Unfortunately, herein lies the rub; because, in recent months, I have had no time to pass in this creative endeavour. This saddens me… in fact it down right depresses me because I get such joy from writing. However, there is writing and then there is WRITING …

To clarify, I admit that, strictly speaking, I cannot claim that I have had no time to write. In actual fact, I have sat before my computer tirelessly weaving sentences together for many weeks now. However, whilst the aim of these daily endeavours is undoubtedly a worthy one, this form of self-expression definitely falls into the category of writing - as opposed to WRITING. The reason is simple: although the creation of a compelling appeal allows me to craft my words in service of a worthy cause, it rarely inspires my Creative Muse to put in an appearance. In fact, this lady has been uncharacteristically silent for some time now and I suspect that she will remain so, unless given an unexpected opportunity to materialise. For the reality is that each minute of my day is currently accounted for, from the time I awake to the moment my head hits the pillow.

I often hear people talk of what they would do if they won the lottery. For me it is quite simple: I would quit my job, find myself a quiet spot on a Tuscan hill, and WRITE - all day, every day - from dawn ‘til dusk.  This is my dearest and most cherished dream.