Head in the Clouds

My walks to work are filled with fantasies of the way my life might pan out, ranging from the theoretically possible to the frankly fantastical.

I’ve always been a daydreamer. When I was kid, I used to fantasise about developing an ability to communicate with animals; about being a professional dancer; about becoming some kind of charity hero; about being a writer. One of my regular fantasies involved my bedroom opening into a private writing room, a small neat little place with bookshelves and a desk and a treasure trove of stationery. Quite why I felt I needed this at the age of ten I’m not sure – I had a bedroom to myself and a desk that I barely used.

The other day, I looked around my work room and realised that this was my first ludicrous fantasy to come true. I’ve been very lucky to end up with this space, a space that is entirely mine and mostly devoted to writing, and I’m fully aware that I’m not likely to have it forever. But for now, I have that room I dreamed of as a child. Not a necessity, no, but the kind of luxury that enables productivity and a deep sense of satisfaction.

My fantasies have changed a lot since the ones I had as a child, but writing success is still central. I find it grounding in some way, like this must definitely be who I am. Just as well... I don’t think I’d find it anywhere near as satisfying to talk to animals.



Comments

[Bone]

Eh, I still talk to animals. They just haven't talked back, so far :)

I guess my dream is to have a place somewhere by the sea, with a window overlooking the water. To be able to write there, anytime. Probably will never happen, but it's sure nice to think it might.

[J Adamthwaite]

Mmm... somewhere by the sea... that's a dream of mine too...