Thanks to our business partner, I found myself at a very posh London cosmetics store couple of months ago. I only went because I was riddled with curiosity but wouldn’t visit the shop otherwise. I will probably visit it again because they have the most amazing scented candles on the planet. Green tomato vine. Trust me. It is unbelievable. It comes with a hefty price tag but lasts forever and makes for a very beautiful gift.
Anyway, the point of this post is to bitch about stuff. The ladies working there were immaculate to the point I was wondering if they’re humanoids. They looked alike, they have been born from the same corporate womb after all. They were pleasant, helpful, attentive and smiled ALL THE TIME! Their smiles were imprinted on their faces. I was observing them when they were not dealing with customers and their facial muscles stayed stiff in the same smiley grimace. I have found it rather disturbing. How much training does it require to wipe out the ability to show emotions? Can they cry? Frown? Be angry? Upset? Indifferent? Thoughtful? Do they remember how to be real?
What however should be wiped out completely is FGM. This procedure is barbaric beyond imagination, and thousands of women are suffering because of it for the rest of their lives. What I find deeply disturbing is that the mutilation is not only performed by women but also approved them in certain communities.
My room is, for now, empty like a blank page. Just dark grey carpet and double door leading to the balcony. 9th floor guaranteers to partially reveal the Houses of Parliament and the London Eye. It is a perfect place to drink my morning coffee and spy on the St. Thomas hospital. Also to watch the New Year’s Eve fireworks if that’s your thing.
There is a built-in wardrobe (yay!). I can picture where my brand new IKEA bed with extra storage will go and the matching IKEA chest of drawers. All in white. That way the room will still remain a blank page, the furniture will simply form the lines. Only then I can start to write and edit, embellish, enhance.
Huge pink cushion? Check.
Fairy lights? Check.
Table lamp with buttons? Check.
Multicoloured & multi-paterned bed linen? Check.
Lime green wicker basket? Check.
Straightjacket? Probably needed.
Criminal investigation on a basis of violation of good taste? Pending.
Writing 101 – Day 2
Prompt: Free-write for 20 minutes
I have realised I haven’t done this exercise in a while. Then I was reminded again when my fingers started cramping up after barely two pages. I filled five pages with immediate thoughts and random stuff. It was liberating but there isn’t much of a substance in it. That doesn’t mean it was pointless. The freedom that comes with ignoring the nudging self-contiousness, dismissing the urge to edit every single syllable and leaving the misspelled words at peace is what is unlocking the treasures inside us. No boundaries, no obstacles, just us.
Twist: Publish the result
Writing 101 – Day 1