I’ve just listened to a podcast that has inspired me very much. I’m not sure why I don’t listen to podcasts as a rule, maybe I just haven’t found the right ones? It was an interview by Ella Mills, the creator of the Deliciously Ella recipe books, where she chats to renowned science journalist Catherine Price, and it’s called ‘How to Break Up With Your Phone and Have More Fun’.
I’m sure you’ve all watched Ted Lasso by now? I’m a late adopter, a term which will make sense to any marketing folk, as it’s a phrase used to describe consumers who take their sweet time catching on to buying a certain thing, or using a piece of tech, or changing from their existing way of doing things.
Some people are going on holiday, posting pictures of beaches and rivers and oceans and lakes. While at the same time, other people are dying in hospitals. I’m getting regular emails now from South African clients about cancelled meetings, because employees have passed away. Bereavement notices flood my social media feeds. And the dichotomy of this whole thing is batshit crazy.
“Where do you get your ideas from?
Don’t you find it a struggle to keep coming up with new ones?
Doesn’t the blank page scare you?
I don’t understand how you find so much time to write, when life is so busy.”
Over the years, any writer or creative person may have been asked these sorts of questions. These are legitimate questions, but whenever one has been thrown my way, I’ve had to pause before responding. I’m also aware that the concept of a “creative process” can be an annoying and poncy one. After all, I’m no Margaret Atwood. I guess I’m just trying to explain how the process feels to me, someone who dabbles in making stuff from time to time. Because it’s not about the ideas standing there in an orderly line, waiting to be chosen. It’s much more like a bombardment, and if we don’t do something with all that mess, we end up suffering.
I have a friend who says that as soon as she hears the words: “Do you know what I dreamt last night?” she very politely replies “No thank you, I’m not at all interested, let’s move right along.” Makes me chuckle, because it’s true – other people’s dreams are their own sub-conscious working through events and emotions, and typically have no relevance for anyone else. But humour me just a little bit here, because the dream I had last night bears mentioning.
I wasn’t going to write this blog post but my brain needed a bit of light relief. It was tired of sadness, despair, and stress at every turn. Plus, a friend said I should write this little story down and sometimes when people say things, they stick with you and then you listen to them (depends on the friend right?!).
Picture this, if you will: all the salons are closed (due to a pandemic), because of course, these are not essential services we are talking about here. But a girl still has some grooming needs, regardless if she’s had laser or whatnot. I like to be, um, tidy.