Hi there! How have the days been treating you? I’ve been feeling a little reflective lately (more so than usual), thinking about life and other important stuff. Having my days revolve around writing means that I spend a lot of time caught up in my own thoughts – and that’s OK, but it has made me think about the influence of externalities in my world. While I may not always have a ready supply of common sense (the privilege of the dreamer), and I’m pretty sure I’m devoid of any extrasensory perception (although I do always know when good coffee is close by), I get along pretty well with most other senses – in particular, sight and sound.
Watching and listening to the world is the very stuff of story-making … the imagination feeds on a caught snippet of conversation, an observed interaction between strangers, or on hearing a certain turn of phrase. Sometimes these little moments weave their way into a story or form part of an idea that is (hopefully) original, yet still connected to reality.
I’m starting to think that I’ve been unintentionally training as an observer all my life. For whatever reason, and it’s something that I’ve never been able to explain, I seem well-equipped to blend in and become practically invisible – perhaps I’m like Marcus Brody? (of Indiana Jones fame). I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been stood on in elevators, walked into, or gone completely unnoticed because I haven’t been seen. Now this is not a ‘woe is me’ missive, but I won’t lie and tell you that it isn’t more than a little frustrating and de-moralising to have this happen time and time again. In fact, I’ve even had someone tell me that I ‘melt into the background’ … ouch!
After having my personal space invaded for about the millionth time this week, I’ve decided to look upon this camouflage of invisibility as a blessing rather than a hindrance. It does have its advantages. At least it gives me the opportunity to see and hear things that may otherwise go unnoticed, adding a different perspective to my writing … just call me Mrs Cellophane. 😉