Sometimes I grab a notepad or turn on my AlphaSmart and then turn to Anthony and ask, “What should I write about?”
You know when your child sits poised with a red texta and the back of an A4 sheet of paper that’s printed with the last few terms and conditions of a flight you took some time before they were born, and they ask you, “What should I draw?”
So you suggest a snail. A turtle? A dinosaur then. They settle with their own idea of a rainbow.
And you stop yourself from saying, “Why’d you ask?” and you tell them it’s a beautiful rainbow. Because it is—it doesn’t matter how many times rainbows have been drawn, painted or sung about—it’s fridge-worthy because that beautiful rainbow is their own creation.
What should I write about? There’s nothing I can write about that hasn’t been said before. It’s not what I write about, but how I write about something that counts.
The fact is that I have to write.
Paulo Coelho said,
“Don’t expect to get anything back, don’t expect recognition for your efforts, don’t expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Act because you need to act.”
I write because I need to write; I cannot not write. It’s not about getting blog comments or likes on Facebook or getting published one day. It’s a strange, hard-to-describe, irresistible call to write.
And Paulo wasn’t only talking about writing. Send a gift because you need to send a gift, whether you receive thanks or not. Mop the floors without leaving the mop in the trough in the laundry so that your husband will see it. Mop because you need to mop.
The school holidays are over. The ‘Back to School’ ads, shop signs and catalogues will now apply to us. For the first time.
Tomorrow is Elsie’s first day of school.
I’ve been labelling. It’s kinda fun, like something school mums do.
Elsie is super-excited, as Maeve would say (she likes to use ‘super’ to add emphasis where it may or may not be required: ‘my Dad is super-big’ and boogie boards are ‘super-fun’).
I guess tomorrow I won’t have super-trouble thinking of something to write about.