Of Broken-Down Brains December 7, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 13 commentsI do sometimes wonder whether I might be completely mad. If my brain were a car, there’s no way it would pass its MOT.
Let’s look at the evidence, shall we?
Yesterday, I was at a writing workshop run by Sarah Salway. A Creative Non-Fiction workshop. And what did I do? Got all in a stew because I couldn’t think of anything to ‘invent’ and came over all peculiar and swoony because I was just writing things that had really happened. Ugh. Took me ages to remember that that’s what I was supposed to be doing. And then, just as I thought my brain had caught up with the day, I realised that the other people were writing about quite sensible stuff like families and death and proper life-changing stuff. And what did I write about? Old men and sex. And nasal hair. Not that I’ve been having any sex with old men, you understand. Just talking about it with them. Accidentally, you understand. Best I don’t even mention it.
To make matters worse, I was told at the beginning of the workshop that there would be no looking in the fridge. I had clearly been outed as a fridge-foraging freak. You can only imagine my shame. It’s not as if I was even going to do it. This, sadly, makes me fake furtive fridge fiddler. Bugger.
There are, needless to say, many other recent incidents of empty-headedness but I can’t seem to remember what they are?
