Actually, the rapper video isn't half bad. And right now, everything is quiet again. The builder has driven the musician to his exam in town and the Jane Blonde fan is in the bath.
Oh but here's the dog, silently but eloquently asking for a walk.
Monday, March 23, 2009
It's Monday - I must be writing...
...but the son studying music at uni has had his lecture cancelled so he's home all morning swotting for an exam on Monteverdi, and the rain means the son who is a builder's apprentice can't work at the building site so he comes home and flicks on the latest NZ rapper on Youtube and calls me over to have a look, and daughter is home sick from school with a cold and is on the couch nearby reading ... so instead of a quiet house and space to think, I have this:
Actually, the rapper video isn't half bad. And right now, everything is quiet again. The builder has driven the musician to his exam in town and the Jane Blonde fan is in the bath.
Oh but here's the dog, silently but eloquently asking for a walk.
Actually, the rapper video isn't half bad. And right now, everything is quiet again. The builder has driven the musician to his exam in town and the Jane Blonde fan is in the bath.
Oh but here's the dog, silently but eloquently asking for a walk.
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8 comments:
Well you could never say that you didn't have material to draw on for writing! That is a stunningly shot video, by the way.
Jane
Love it !!
One day they will all be grown up and gone and there will be peace and quiet and if you are like me you will then yearn for their company again. x
Yep, IRL, you're right about both things - the rich pickings for material in my house, and the stunningly shot video. I love the blonde woman singer [Feat Gin]with the smoky voice jumping in. BTW, I like your blog - kinda quirky, nice insights. Saving up the Tom Waits cartoon vid for when I have a moment... must get back to writing.
Without wishing to distract you more, but ok, Gin sounds a lot like Minuit, another NZ musician.
You're right, too, Bookman. It'll be just the dog and me and acres of time to fill.... As Rachael King says it's not about the amount of time you have anyway but how you use it.
Ah Mary, the teenage years - I recall what I call my 'driven to doggerell' moment that finally turned me on to writing - I still recall vividly, standing in the old Queensgate Pharmacy with one son wearing dreadlocks and the other, a punk rocker with a green mowhawk... there I was in my corporate gear, briefcase in hand, trying to get the attention of the ever so glamorous pharmacy assistant as I needed advice on how to change bright green to gothic black - the headmaster at Hutt Valley High insisted.
It was right there and then that I realised my lads had lives... and I didn't.
And so I started writing...
And to make you feel better - I've had all day with only the mid-life crisis cat who doesn't know if she wants in or out and a blank computer screen and a novel that needs writing...
and as Rachael says...
Thanks Maggie, a terrific story. I suppose all of us in our own ways have our green mohawks to bear...
I recommend in these situations leaving the girl in the care of the older brothers and getting thee to a cafe! I found my whole day wasting away the other day and so I went to a cafe with my laptop at 3.30. By 4.30 I had written 1000 words.
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