I had a dream about writing last night. I only just remembered it.
There was a competition and we had to write – within a set amount of time – a short story based on one of 4 topics. I can’t remember what the topics were, but one of them was to do with digital (digital culture maybe?), and one with Islam I think (an Other, which I know little about).
My boyfriend was there, too, and he seemed to get stuck in right away with his story. I on the other hand had difficulties choosing the topic, and a block – I couldn’t concentrate, and was progressing very slowly. I didn’t feel too good or confident about the whole thing.
I then asked to see my boyfriend’s work – and it was a beautiful graphic story, a comic, where different colourful shapes leapt and jumped along a wall.* This freed my thinking – and I went back to my own story and incorporated some graphic elements (typeface, cut-out sentences from magazines etc.).
No one ‘won’ the competition, and I don’t think that was the point. It was more to do with my love for my boyfriend, and how him being in my life (for just over a year now) has put me back in touch with what I really want from life. Not second best but the best. No fakery but what’s real and true.
*I played Prince of Persia on the PS3 last night, and they were leaping along via these rings that stick out of the walls
How to be Happy 