Dear God, I want to live forever!

On our way up to Ettalong Markets this morning, I actually managed to stay awake to have something of a conversation with Greg. Not only that, we talked mostly about writing. My writing, his ideas and other people’s writing. Namely, books we had both read and enjoyed.

Then the topic turned around to me, personally “You’re like Beethoven with so many books half written and never finished” he said to me. “For someone who was once so good in business and had such good focus, now you’re flitting from one thing to another!” he continued.

My mind was reeling. All the ideas we discussed on the way up…how could he possibly know that I had that story line in one or two of my books. “Yes! Yes! That one two is in another of my books. Yes, that’s right and then it goes on….” I blabbed out aloud without thinking. The stories running rough-shod over my brain to the point of headache. It was bad enough I was having trouble hearing again (I really must investigate the idea of hearing aids soon!), but now he was accusing me of having all these stories started and not finished. “Well what am I supposed to do when I get another absolutely fantastical idea for a book?” I wailed. “You told me I should write my ideas down, so I do” I tried to justify

“Ahhhh” came the long drawn out voice of wisdom which was becoming all too familiar to me in recent years.”write the idea down, BUT” he looked across to me as he was driving “DON’T start the book!” he nodded and finished with “COMPRE?” If I had heard this word once, I had heard it a million times already. “ok” I whispered feeling dejected.

“It’s just that I have so many ideas and they come to me at odd times” I wasn’t trying to justify now, only to explain the way my writing came to me. “You know that I have to have a notebook and pen with me at all times, or I lose it. Sometimes, I resort to making another note on my phone.” he looked at me with twinkle eyes that said “I know honey, but you’re going to have to learn sooner or later”

“GyRRrrrrrr” I growled! I’m not a child anymore! I’m just crazy and mixed up and get all these ideas at the weirdest times and I have to get them all out of my system when they happen, or else I will go CRAzyyyyyyyyy!

Ilm like the kid in a lolly shop with all these delicious, delectable, tasty treats all around me and my head is reeling because I don’t know which one to devour first. Greg says I should try them out, but not ALL! He says to find one you like and eat that one – until it is FINISHED! But DON’T put all the treats in your mouth at once. “ok” I again whispered feeling dejected.

I was thinking if I made a pact with The Devil, much like Dorian Gray, could I live forever then? I might just get around to finishing all the books I start, much less follow on with all the ideas I have for books. Perhaps I could simply say a prayer for my wish. It would most likely start “Dear God, I want to live forever….”

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