Author: cloptin

What will signal the end?

We obey

We don’t go out

We keep at least two metres away from anyone, everyone

We wear throw-away rubber gloves

We wash our hands

We disinfect the front door handle

When can we stop?

Do we have to catch the disease and recover before we are allowed out?

Bad dreams, bad dreams bad dreams…

Humble thanks for the day

I’ve just left a comment on Linda’s post but I think it’s worth repeating:

I like doing nothing.

I was always an optimist, still am, but now sadness invades my day.

I sleep. To escape?

What do I think?

I can write about that ‘cos I know, I thought it. It was in my head, My brain and I can remember thinking it.

But is it honest to include such opinions and sometimes firm statements describing someone else’s thoughts? Can anyone ever know?

I was reading a short story in which the main character was in a shop buying a dress. There had been a few, brief, conversational exchanges in the shop, but she went on to explain how, after leaving, she had concluded that the proprietress was having an ongoing argument with herself about what to do about the slowly diminishing sales of the goods she dealt in, whether to sell up and move on, change the product for cheaper stuff or just carry on and hope.

How did she know that? The narrator I mean. How did she know what the lady thought? Unless she told her, the proprietress (if that’s a word) (which it is ‘cos I’ve just looked it up) had told the narrator I mean, and that hadn’t been mentioned thus far into the story.

Can I write what’s in your head?

I intensely dislike drivers exceeding speed limits and people dropping litter.

And there’s nothing effective that I can do about either of those things.

Maybe I should write a story .

I don’t have to write, but I do.

I like receiving compliments for what I write and I like it when I like what I write.

I enjoy (love?) telling stories. I used to make up bedtime stories for our children when they were ‘bedtime story old’. I do it for our grandchildren when they come to stay.

I would love to be hugely successful, sell millions of books. I have a couple of ideas in my head which might achieve that – if I ever get around to writing them. I procrastinate. And, typically male, seek instant gratification.

But this is for you. Do what you want to do.