Hurry UU__UU__P
Get over yourself!
Walk?
Today.
In fact,
Now.
A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.
- Carl Sagan
Especially pertinent today, when those voices simultaneously roar incomprehensibly and whisper indistinctly and I can no longer tell if I hear them or if it is the noise of my longing to capture them, to tame the sounds and storms and stories, and I feel mocked.
I'm taking the dog out. That, without fail, makes everything better.
'Tis a book day, today. I am surrounded by a library of 50,000 volumes, dating from the early 1700's until the 1960's. The old ones chatter so loudly that I have to check to see what they're saying.
ReplyDeleteSooooo jealous. That is absolutely my idea job. They'd have to frisk me at the end of every day though. I have no morals.
DeleteIs this you needing time to write? Having lots to say or not sure how to say them? Or just wanting time to read?
ReplyDeleteSorry if I'm being dense.
No, I'm not that clear! That's me trying to hear all the characters speaking at once, and it's a bt of a cacophany. They've shut up so completely today that I've had to buy plants to watch die in the garden...
DeletePerhaps you're feeling humbled rather than mocked. To set oneself up to be a writer is aspire to lofty heights to be sure. I admire you for succeeding at it. My only advice would be to cinch up your big girl panties and come out swinging! We all know you can. But what do I know?
ReplyDeleteJames, you are right. Cinched up and swinging as I type!!
DeleteWalking the dog makes one feel so, well, NORMAL!, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteYup. No room for feather quills and pausing for the perfect word when you're juggling bags of poo, saliva-drenched tennis balls and the PERFECT muddy stick.
DeleteOh my god. You're back with a BANG! I've got sooo much catching up to do innit..! Listen to Ben Howard's "keep your head up" from me to you "I'm happy to have you home" xxx
ReplyDeleteWooters! Much catching up, kettle on and off to download Ben. xxx
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