I asked them to ‘show me what you can do’ and this was the result. Their passion and enthusiasm made me laugh so hard that this is just about the only picture that isn’t blurred. They contorted and grinned and tried to do insanely crazy stunts involving each other, the grass and the odd bucket.
And no, I have no idea what the bucket would have been used for originally.
But it made me think about how much passion and enthusiasm I still carry around inside. I am totally, eternally crazy about words and what you can do with these little black squiggles on a page, a piece of paper or a screen. And yet I find myself not doing splits and cartwheels and performing tricks in my quest for eternal fame and unimaginable fortune as a writer slash linguist.
I kinda do it sedately, as though I was a bit more than a century old or weighed double what I do.
And no, my weight is not the issue here.
So, tomorrow being the first of April, I thought I would dig around inside myself and see what happened to my passion and all the crazy tricks I had inside.
I plan to take them out for a spin, and a cartwheel or two and maybe one or two splits.
And if I find a bucket … I might just use that as well!
Categories: Writing habits