CRAZY TALK #14
The key to crazy talk is to write REALLY FAST!! FAST FAST FAST.
The fingers have to move really really quickly and that’s when all the juice comes out.
I am flying!! Agh!
What a brilliant sunset I wish you could see it, but I am not taking a photo because I am a writer not a photographer! The sky is a dark blue, (Sanctus blue) The kind of blue that you know wants to be black, but it’s not allowed yet. It’s soft yet deeeeeep. You feel like you could look into the blue for a long time and see something there, but you won’t. It’s like an ocean blue, but a deep deep ocean blue, like a blue whale ocean blue. That’s the sky.
And then there’s like the line of a ruler, what actually is that, honestly how does the sky work? I have absolutely no idea. I remember when I was a kid on a plane for maybe one of the first times, I think I asked my mum “are we in heaven then?” It felt obvious to me that everyone was talking about heaven so if we were up in the sky then surely we’d be flying through heaven? I was told no this is not heaven and that left me confused about heaven to be honest, if it’s not an actual place I can go then is it real? These are the thoughts I had as a young child. Santa, don’t get me started on him, that didn’t last long I worked that one out quite quickly.
The orange though, let me tell you about that. It burns. It’s like fire. It’s like a satsuma on fire, glowing, oooh if you put your hand in it, ouch don’t do that, but you do want to touch it. Terry’s chocolate orange, mmmmm. It’s warm, I can’t feel it, but I can. It’s tempting. I’m sad it’s going down. The embers of the sun dying out for today..
What a beautiful sunset!! I am flying straight into it come on then!
One more thing, but it just screams to me; LION KING. SERENGETI.
This week should be called CRAZY WALK not CRAZY TALK. Because I am not just talking about crazy things, but I am doing crazy things. Lisbon?! WHAT! Why the hell am I going to Lisbon for 6 weeks! I don’t have a house, a mortgage or a dog. God I don’t know if I have a doctors (I actually do mum don’t worry)
>>>> I am walking the crazy talk. In fact, you know why I like crazy talk actually because I have always wanted to live my wildest dreams, or at least I have believed that I can have whatever I want in life. It’s something I am pleased I have. I don’t believe it is an arrogance or an expectation. It’s a belief in both myself and in the world that I can create the life I want. <<<<<<
****** That’s why I like creativity and writing and being creative. WE ARE ALL CREATIVE BECAUSE WE CREATE OUR OWN LIFE! How can we say we are not creative when you literally have to create your own life? Madness. *******
I have become passionate about crazy talk, not just for the crazy talk, like the mad blabbering about worries and anxieties and FAST CARS.
But about the crazy dreams. Like going to space or living in a hut in Alaska. Or eating rhubarb crumble for breakfast. Running a marathon backwards, rowing at Henley (one of mine sssh don’t tell anyone). Being the primeminister, starting a company or moving to Tajikistan.
Why not, why not crazy, why not wild? Why not dreams that are allowed to unfurl and given the chance to exist? Why not?
Oooohh Crazy Talk you’ve got me this week, in my bones, in my heart, in my soul. It’s the sunset, I am sure of it. The deep warmth and glow of it. It’s in my stomach. Crazy talk, you’re not so crazy after all.
James the writer of crazy talk x