Only cats and writers live more than one life
I thought of that line the other day when I saw my mother-in-law’s cat run in front of a truck. I nearly had a heart-attack thinking she was going to be squished (you’ll be pleased to know that the cat and the truck survived unscathed).
After the shock subsided I thought about the “nine lives” myth and related it to the many lives I’ve lived through my words. Once a story is finished I close that life and start another. But to do this I need to open a new reality and live through the story.
If I get a phone call when I’m writing it takes me a few seconds to snap back into this reality and remember who I am, what I’m doing and what I’m supposed to be saying.
Hello, is a good start.
What are you doing? Feel like coffee?
Um, not sure at the moment, because saying you’re just about to walk into a serial-killers house to search for bodies doesn’t quite cut it with elderly neighbours.
So I’ve taken to putting my phone on silent when I’m writing.
Having tradesmen working in the house is just as difficult. I’ve had a tiler doing the bathroom in the RUC and he learned pretty quickly to avoid me when I’m at the computer. Actually, he has no choice – I can’t hear what he’s saying when I’m writing. He tells me I’ve been In The Zone and he’s absolutely right.
I got a little crazy and put the words on one of my favourite pictures.
When I’m old and decrepit (like next week the way I’m going) I can pin it up on my wall and brag about how young and fit I used to be 🙂
Have you ever been accused of being In The Zone?
Sometimes I don’t even have to be writing to get to that state (as some people will attest when they say I’ve ignored them in the street!)
I’m feeling pensive today so I thought I would link this post to the WP daily prompt.
xxx Have a great weekend! xxx