Don’t the days and weeks fly past faster than ever?
At first I thought it was a phenomenon affecting only myself, however this affliction seems more widespread than I imagined. Talking to friends and family across the UK and in Europe, the bemused complaint is ‘where did that week go?’ So I feel about the last three weeks since starting my novel and this blog.
Time has shortened more than ever as I experience a life of duality. It’s as if I’m travelling on a science fiction roller coaster of time travel, warping in and out of worlds. During a few minutes of washing dishes my mind travels decades into the past, creating new lives, experiences for my characters. With a shudder I bring myself back to reality – and if I’ve got any sense dash to my notebook to write down my new ideas.
After one morning’s particularly creative output I suddenly remembered an errand in town. Going straight from my computer I found myself sitting in my car. There I stopped. It felt so weird and wrong. Consciously I had to put the key in the ignition and reverse slowly out of the driveway and carefully navigate to the main road. Something that normally is as natural to me as breathing. The car drive to town was even stranger since there were just too many cars on the roads. In my story cars are few and far between. Once I had exchanged words with the cashier in the first shop was I released from my ‘dream-like’ state and landed with a thud back on Planet Co-op with a basketful of vegetables!
Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear?
By Jack London