I have this grandiose plan to write a book. I even have a title for it. It sounds fabulous in my mind and of course, it won't take long to throw together and everyone will want to buy and read it and the world will be a better place for having this little piece of sunshine in their day. After all, isn't that how all grandiose plans start? With an over-the-top portion of confidence, excitement, exuberance mixed with a touch of absolutely essential naivety? And then reality sets in and only a tiny percentage actually make their way into existence. I once read something that everything created is actually created twice. First there is the idea, then there is the process of making the idea become reality. I do wonder if this plan will actually make its way into reality.
Last night I actually attempted to start making this plan a reality. I set my alarm to remind myself to start writing at 8:30pm and made sure I had the goods to make it happen. Alexei bought me this clever keyboard which I can connect via blue tooth to my phone or tablet, so I'm meant to be able to write anywhere. Writing doesn't always flow in front of my computer in a warehouse filled with mountains of tea (I'm not complaining), tins, boxes, sealed concrete floors and stainless steel benchtops. The logic is that having different surroundings will inspire creative thought. I'm not entirely convinced, but I'm still willing to give it a good crack. The only problem was when my alarm sounded at 8:30pm last night I was in complete la la land having a lovely hot shower pondering the musical tinkering of an ice-cream van in sleepy Agnes Water on a Thursday night. It was no ice-cream van. It was my phone telling me to get my butt into gear and start writing. It actually stopped tinkering after who-knows-how-long and naturally I forgot about writing altogether.
So today I write about not writing. And not starting my grandiose plan. And about trying again this evening over a cup of my unexpectedly new favourite Licorice Basket Herbal Infusion (Fairtrade and organic, naturally). I actually created this tea because Alexei is a die-hard licorice fan, not because it was something I was particularly hankering for. I expected the new Limonada Rosa to steal the show in my kitchen, and while I do quite like this blend on occasion, the Licorice Basket tends to trump the evening choosing. There. Licorice Basket paired with 8:30pm, a clever keyboard and device to make it all happen.
Indulge in life.