Writing is my first love, my soul mate. We were childhood sweethearts, meeting in kindergarten and inseparable through school. Our playmates were Poetry and Story and when I moved away at age 13 we found Letters to see us through all the changes and scary new places. Letters came with us while we were travelling overseas, too, and helped us stay connected with everything back home.
Poetry and Story are married nowadays and so much more sophisticated – we’re godparents to their children – but I can see they’ll always be the same sweet and loyal friends. We lost Letters in a terrible disaster which really is too painful to discuss. Suffice to say Letters can never be replaced – no matter what that darn Email says.
But Writing and I have grown together over the years. There were times apart – I confess I’ve always been hard to pin down and nothing like as faithful and forgiving as my Writing is. He shows me exactly who I am, and I can never be a lesser person because he loves me. He’s funny, sexy and beautiful – and dark, tempestuous and idiotic.
When we’re together we tend to be wildly intense and because of that I’ve tried to make it work with other lovers, foolishly expecting that anyone else could free me or change me or give me something Writing can’t. But its hopeless. For me there’s only Writing.
Oh I have my very dear friend Drawing – she’s a great distraction and companion. She goes places with me that Writing isn’t interested in. Drawing has the knack of attracting people to her in all kinds of situations, so she’s lots of fun to socialise with. And she teaches me to see things with my heart. I just adore her! She’s eccentric and fearless and like me can’t keep still. But there’s something about her which seems not quite ‘all there’ – as if she isn’t finished.
Occasionally Writing and Drawing and I collaborate on a project and it always goes really well. (All three of us have a thing for black ink pens and leather bound journals) We get together at The Page and all kinds of things happen. Maybe I should worry that the two of them will take off together? Hmm. Textual chemistry!
Sometimes I believe that because I have Drawing I can love Writing more.
So, anyway, right now Writing and I are working together toward a better future – I think we’ve both reached the age of settling down – we’ve got a new home, a few new friends and we are talking about having a baby. It could be good to just do some ordinary things for a while.
I’ll let you know how that goes…