Finally, that day of the week where we get to relax and enjoy the things we put off over the week. Oh, who am I kidding? It's a weekend of writing and revision and rinse and repeat.
I want the chance to dream. To think back to those days where I was innocent about the realities of the literary world. You know the ones I mean? Where we all imagined it was like this:
When really, some days are like this:
And then there are the days when you just feel like doing this to you MS:
But I still return to feeling like this:
Why? Because, as many of you pointed out on Wednesday, we love it. It is the moment of peace we steal for ourselves in our hectic lives. The characters we create. The different worlds we inhabit which lead us anywhere we desire. It is the power of words and story to make us feel. To connect us to others who may read our work one day.
It also gives me a chance to use a cool quote.
'We don't need lists of rights and wrongs...We need books, time and silence. Thou shalt not is soon forgotten, but once upon a time lasts forever.'
P.S, No cats were harmed in the making of this post.