Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Be careful what you wish for

I dreamed of a life in which I could make a living reading and writing, and do so independently: a life where I was in charge. I did a number of difficult things in order to make this come to pass. But tonight, years later, as I reap the fruits of same, my life is reminding me of something from my childhood.

TIME: the present

PLACE: my house


Water ..... Words
Brooms .... Books
Mickey .... Moi


  1. Your first sentence reminded me of Apollonaire's

    "I wish there to be in my house:
    A woman possessing reason,
    A cat among books passing by,
    Friends for every season
    Lacking whom I’m barely alive."

    As for the Mickey metaphor, remember he got into that pickle by trying to avoid hard work through taking a short cut.

  2. Bugger. I forgot to add that I retrieved the correct wording of the Apollonaire quote from this charming blog.

  3. Oh, that's lovely.

    There is, of course, a woman possessing reason in my house. Sitting at this very keyboard, in fact. Behind me, a cat passes by among books, and the friends for every season are only a short drive or an email away and do in fact rock up here from time to time. But something is still lacking ... What's the French for 'cleaning lady'?

    Funny about the Mickey story; I wasn't looking at it from a Protestant work ethic perspective at all, much more from the archetype of the overreacher: Prometheus, Faust, Frankenstein, someone who usurps the prerogative of gods and is punished for it.

  4. I know exactly how you feel!
    My first book, Winter's Shadow, is coming out in June and at the moment I'm desperately trying to creating some kind of online presence through twitter, blogging, facebook etc, finish the first draft of the sequel before my deadline (which is also in June) and work a full time job. I'm very lucky to be in the position I am but there are some days when I feel like poor Mickey.