Monday, 19 March 2012
At night, late, as the world (my little world) around me sleeps peacefully, as I sit here in the quiet at my desk, the only sounds being the gentle whirr of the fan on my old computer tower and the slight tinnitus in my amplifier-damaged ears, I sit and try to write my story. My stories.
But as yet they have struggled, and continue to struggle to make the journey from my head to my fingers. So for now, the ramblings, the noises of the past, the sound-track to my life, are just not making the cut! The twitches are there in my brain, I can hear the sparks at times, but the electric connections so essentially vital to jump-start those tales into life are just not making contact.
Oh believe me, the fabric is there, the patterns have been chalked, drawn and cut, the finished product sketched on stark white in vivid technicolour. We just can't get the thread into that damn needle.
Shaky fingers? Fear? New specs?
Or maybe just more time.
I saw a new baby today, a beautiful new creature, new life. I watched as his father fed him, as his mother dressed him, as his sisters poked him and tried to get my attention away from this addition to their family and back to them!
Life, lives, all starting out in the same way, all helpless, all different. All beautful. I can be in my extreme happy place when I am holding a new baby.
Mother's Day. Gift for Ma? A bottle of Jameson. A happy Ma!
The stories will one day make the journey from addled mind to stubby fingers, in the meantime I'll just keep making more.
Stick around my friends, stick around.
(As for the photie, put your cursor dead centre, the cute kid to the left of the kid with the specs?)