Sunday, December 30, 2007

What do you want? he asks

What do you want? he asks. Write it down…

And the fist item that springs to mind...happiness. I want happiness. Failing that, he can always get some tissues, shampoo, body lotion, vegetables...

Pity though that happiness doesn’t come in a jar. Ready-to-use. Just heat and serve.

Or in a packet. Dehydrated happiness. Add 400mls of joy, heat with care and serve.

Or from the earth. Organically grown using chicken manure. 100% natural and always fresh. Guaranteed!

Pity the likes of Bakers can’t package it for you. Perfectly browned (read mature), fresh from the oven. Happiness, baked like only the Bakers man can.

The answer lies within. How perfectly Zen-nish darling. Now if I can just make the time to sit still long enough to find it.

Monday, December 10, 2007

What books have taught me…

From the Da Vinci code and Dan Brown, I learnt that controversy sells...even if the writing stinks.

From Confessions of a Gambler and Rayda Jacobs, I learnt that local really is lekker.

From Salem Falls and Jodi Picoult, I learnt that more is not always …well, more. It’s really just about content. And that all writers have bad days, weeks, months...

From The Constant Princess and Philippa Gregory, I learnt that history can be exciting.

From the Kite Runner and Khaled Husseini, I learnt that there are two sides to every story. And no matter how tempting it may be, yours in not necessarily right. Goodness, sometimes there is no right.

From Spring Imperial and Evelyn Hart, I learnt that love is truly timeless. And that hope should always spring eternal.

From The Wedding Officer and Anthony Capella, I learnt that Italians are wonderful people. Erm, by that I meant their food.

From The Shadow of the Wind and Carlos Ruiz Zaphon, I learnt that high drama can sell, provided it is well written. And that I’m a sucker for a love story in any guise.

From Portraits and Cynthia Freeman I learnt that books have the power to shape your destiny.

From On Beauty and Zadie Smith; Inheritance of Loss and Kiran Desai; In a Country of Men and Hisham Matar and many more that cannot bear mentioning, I learnt that not everything the ‘world’ thinks is good will find a place in my heart.

From Harry Potter and J. K. Rowling, I learnt that hope is a wonderful thing.

So who said that fiction is frivolous?

Anyone else feel like telling the world the place fiction has in their lives?