I Thought I Would Earn

Why dont you write?

This question has been asked so many times that I have lost count. Everytime I sat and started thinking I felt so dull and bored. Why do I do this? Is there anything better than this?

Going to the movies is a good way of spending free time, if there is some.

Eating at McDonalds is also a fancy if you can spare some money and have good company.

Spending time with grandchildren – AH well that is relative. For days now my grand daughter, my sons daughter , three year old has been away at her grandmothers place. There is no pushing the tricycle. No taking swirls on the computer chair and no listening to fast beat songs and having to dance the disco – but it was fun. I miss her so much.

Writing , yes, lets see now, the pencil is not quite sharpened, where is that sharpener, the one my daughter brought from Abu Dhabi – all the drawers are searched. I remember I put it in the multi colored tray along with the pins and thumb pins. Ah there it is. The pencils sharpened are ready in the mug, standing at attention ready to go.

Now the paper, I cannot write without the board support. I will get it.

By this time I feel like having a cup of hot tea. No writing without the mug of tea. I go down to the kitchen, the lights are off. OH No load shedding. When will this end. The tea ready, I am back. I pull aside the curtain for more light. I am now ready to trace some art work of my thoughts on paper.

The pencils glare at me. ‘We were sleeping so well in the drawer. Now we are all scraped and raped and no one is using us. The yellow seems particularly angry. The black is the black sheep, odd one out. The best is the grey with the eraser at the end. I pick up the red one. What next?

‘I had a lovely ride today’ I will write on this. There was a heavy rush of traffic, and I felt happy stuck on the road because I was with my friend and she was in a good mood. Is the word ‘good’ correct here?

Well, I think it is good enough.

Now where will this writeup go? I have not written anything more than a cents worth. What a shame!I am no good writer. My ideas are weak. The content is not teaching anything to anyone, so what is the use of tapping on the letters without any meaning?

Well, I thought I would earn! Alas! Sweet dreams of becoming a millionnaire.

O Muse descend ! Give me hope that I may one day become  famous , I saw a dream that I was sitting at the foot of a large huge sofa chair. A famous leader is occupying the sofa, he hands me a book.

OH I wake up with a start! A dream, no earning – my pencils keep me company and I am still thinking.