Sunday, 18 January 2015

SWEETIES


I organise my smarties. 

First of all I separate them into colours.  

Get comfortable, I'm just getting started.

Then I eat surplus so each color has the same number. 

I'm not finished yet. 

Then I eat the dark colours before I gradually come to my last and very favorite colour – pink. 

No, I’m not kidding.

I even eat them in a particular way and don’t get me started on Ferrero Rocher.  We could be here for days. 

This ritual has followed me quite comfortably into adulthood.  In fact, as a family joke, I get given a packet of pink smarties as a Christmas gift every year.  Only my Dad laughs more than I did.

On the other hand, when I write I follow no ritual or plan.  I trust my instincts completely, utterly and without question and I know that I will taken where I am meant to go.  I don't story board my books.  Don't get me wrong I've got a fair idea of where I'm going but I can’t follow a list of notes or a spreadsheet.  In my humble opinion, it would take the fun out of it and if it’s not fun it’s not worth doing in the first place.

I would rather experience the pleasure of writing and being surprised by a memory that sneaks upon a character and it is this experience that feeds my love of storytelling.  When the characters born in my imagination take on their own lives and tell me what to do.   There is nothing like it in the world.

For me, it’s about all about trusting your creativity.

It's about holding out your arms, closing your eyes and falling backwards into the unknown and as you hurtle towards the ground you can only believe that the story will catch at the exact moment it is meant to. 

Creativity is clever and never fails to surprise or intrigue me by giving me the ending of the story before I had even written one word.  Another adventure with no map or compass makes it all the more fun when you reach that final sentence of the story.
 
And as for the sweeties I'm not a control freak. Honest. 

For me, pleasure, true pleasure should be savoured.

So if I could leave you with one parting wish, I would like to this; anticipate your pleasures, creative or otherwise. 

I do.