A couple of days ago I got tagged by Marie for a sort of memy thing about the ideal creative writing space. As usual I had a little think....
Well, yes there might be, but it certainly doesn't exist in total, does it? I mean, how can one write when one is camped in the middle of Piccadilly Circus? Well, it's simple really. I have this little bubble and when I start writing I get right inside and off I go.
Anyway, here is the last hour of writing....
type, type, type
"Mum, I need to make a volcano"
"That's nice, go on then"
type, type.....
"Can you help?"
(sort out small fecker)
type, type, think, think....
phone rings, natter, natter, type, type
"Mum, can T stay tonight?"
"Yeah, if you like BF"
type, type, ping, ping (email call)
reply to stack of mails
back to typing
"Mum, what does this look like?"
"Looks like a volcano SF, well done"
type, type, type
MD appears
natter, natter, how did your day go?
type, type
MD comes back in
"Minx? Did you agree to BF's girlfriend staying over and what is that horrible mess on the table?"
"Errr, I don't know?"
5 comments:
Huh?w
I know what you mean, when I get inside my bubble the whole world could explode and I wouldn't know about it until I was done.
Apparently, I have agreed to some strange things when I'm sitting at my 'puter.
Beats housework, which, no matter how many times you do it, comes undone within the space of an hour from the feckers landing in.
totally with you on this, bubble woman.
I forgot all about this meme! Good on you for doing it, Minx.
Are you still here then.........
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