The madness you feel during you creative process, in the morning.
I should probably have my own cool beginning when I write these blog entries so let's : salute with happiness!
Today I woke up feeling like I should start writing the book I'm working on once again. Then the little politician inside me said "read the news" and that I did. Then I noticed the flowers on our kitchen table, but in a way that I've never noticed them before. So, in total there are five tulips in a vase, so nothing special, but rather beautiful. But somehow, I went on with my thinking process and soon it was all Charles Darwin and Carl Sagan and why we exist type of thoughts. The tulips made me think of the circle of life. One of the tulips almost nodded the table, that one is depressed and maybe a middle aged women, I thought. Then there was one that looked smaller than the other ones, insecure and sensitive like a little child. Then another two were leaning towards each other like lovers. Then last but not least, that was one perfect looking tulip, a real boss, the head of a famous worldknown company. Then, complete silence in my head. I heard the clock ticking on the wall, I looked outside, holding on to my nerdy coffee cup. Then I noticed what time it was and gasp, I had been thinking about the meaning of life for three entire hours. And nope, not a single word in my notebook. But somehow I felt happy and free and told myself that stories exist everywhere and I cannot always think on the one I'm writing, I have my own to live up to as well.
Remember to never forget the wanderlust inside you.
- Rebecka

