So today is Monday and I have a sudden urge to change something. I want it to be different from the past few Mondays I've experienced. I want this week to be different from the past few weeks I've experienced. What shall I do?
Change my routine? (Ha, what routine. I don't exactly have one at the moment!)
Maybe change my hair colour. It's about time.
I'm going to put up a Christmas tree and decorate the house. That will be a nice change!
We spent some time at the Spier Cheetah Outreach over the weekend and I had the privilege to touch a cheetah! I love cats and it has always been a dream to have an encounter with a really big cat.
The cheetah I met was male and around eight years old. Joseph was born at the Ann van Dyk Cheetah Centre on 30 May, 2002 and hand-reared. He came to Cheetah Outreach with his brothers Kaya and Bryon at 3 1/2 months of age. Since then he has been an essential part of the awareness programme, greeting visitors both at the facility and at venues throughout Cape Town.
Joseph is owned by Wild Wild Wild in Africa.
Wondering and thinking, about life, about people, about situations, about what has happened, about what is happening, about what might happen. Instead of just living in the moment, I'm mostly in another time frame - in the past, in the future.
I project and plan and evaluate.
All the time.
I spend too much thinking that I end up doing less.
I recently dove into my picture archives (I keep folders filled with inspiring pictures found on the Internet) and found the following (sources unknown, unfortunately):
My idea(s) of the near-perfect writing room:
Aren't they great? I can picture myself in any and all of them. Imagine having a room dedicated to your writing (if you have one, I'm jealous). A room filled with all things inspiring. Bookcases filled with your special collection of favourite books, dictionaries in every language your heart desires, artworks which gives you goosebumps every single time you lay eyes on it. Walls painted in any colour you want, be it a deep, reading room red or a deep olive green. Maybe the room has a window or two, overlooking a lush garden - or better yet, overlooking the ocean. Imagine that! Imagine being able to hear waves crashing on rocks or the wind move through a forest, right below your window.
A place where you can let your mind wonder and where you can come up with magical combinations of words. A place where you move off into another world, a world created by your imagination, an alternative reality.
I like to think that if I had a special writing room, I'd write more often. Contradicting that is the fact that I also believe that if the time is right, you'll write whenever and wherever you are, regardless of the setting.
Maybe I should re-arrange our (small, yet functional) study (with the amazing red wall)...