If I seem to vacillate wildly between woe and wow it's because I'm human. And I'm writing it down. And sometimes I need something to write about. (Other times I've just eaten a bag of Soda Pop Shoppe Jelly Bellys and my jaw feels jittery with glazed corn syrup that only tastes like root beer if you close your eyes and really think about it.)
I saw this poster the other day and fell in love. Then I remembered that Audrey Hepburn had eyes that tilted up just so and an entire word that became hers and hers alone: gamine. She also had a pet deer which makes me poo-poo the poster, because why wouldn't a girl who feeds a fawn think that everything is within reason?
Of course she also spent part of her childhood in the Nazi-occupied Netherlands and went on to do all that humanitarian stuff long before Angelina made it fashionable to look too thin photographed next to refugees, so I go back to feeling bad.
Last night I had a conversation with a friend about what would we have done if we could do anything which is a dangerous conversation to have while eating ice cream on a warm Wednesday night. When I was little I used to want to turn the streets into placid bodies of warm water so that we could all swim everywhere rather than drive. Later I wanted to write, then act, then write again, then something else, not sure what. Sometimes now I think I should have studied acupuncture, or some such art of Eastern healing in which I don't have to touch strangers too much, maybe just look at the color of their tongues from a safe distance of 18 inches away. And I also want to write.
Maybe it would be easier if I lost the ability to read. No more going back to read what I have written, no proofing, no editing, just type type type, tracing the letters on the roof of my mouth before I let go.
What about you? What would you do if you could do anything?