Five wishes, that’s all…
Can I please swap my brain for a Dolphin’s?
Dolphins rest one-half of their brain while the other half remains conscious. After two hours they swap halves. This allows for round the clock vigilance and facilitates their need to surface for air. So a dolphin’s brain would make things so much easier for me as a writer. I just keep thinking of how much productive writing I could get done.
Can the ghost of a new idea for a story please, only haunt me during the day? It’s bad enough in the day not always being in reach of a notepad and pen. In the early hours I switch things off and beg to sleep but lingering on the threshold, floating by my bed, hovering over me as I drift, whispering in my ears, stirring me to write, prodding gently my lips to speak, until it disappears into the ether as I wake into the earthly world. Left with just the wisp of a tale, trailing like a scent. And with a book number one still to finish? It is just inconsiderate. Tut.
I wish for a fixed time to be established every day called What The Fuck O’clock? WTF O’clock is when everyone can just down tools, stop what they’re doing, take time out and ask, “For the love of God, when I look at the bigger picture, is that/was that really a good idea?”
Why, oh, why, oh,why, couldn’t the hundredth monkey effect be a credible phenomenon? There could not be a better time for a sudden mysterious leap of consciousness to be received by a critical number (of people) which then spreads to all groups and is accepted and acknowledged as the new behaviour or idea. Knocking some sense into some people inhabiting this tiny fragile planet is long, long overdue and it’s got to come from somewhere.
Can I start planning now and relocate to a cruise ship when I’m 80yrs young instead of a retirement home? I can see myself still writing, polishing the final draft of my umpteenth novel while docking into a port in the Carribean. Well, what’s not to love about that?
What would be your five wishes for your week?