You know that weird expression about big commonly-known secrets that no-one talks about, the proverbial ‘elephant in the room’ at dinner parties? Well, I have an elephant in my garden, on the terrace to be exact. It is a baby elephant made out of resin and was a present from my husband and children (because I love elephants!). Like the big secret that hovers, waiting to pounce, on your collection of friends and acquaintances, the elephant in my garden is just one of the many bright distractions that draws me away from my writing. I see something, hear something, and my mind is winging its way onto another story, another scenario and it overwhelms me so much that I cannot write another word of the novel my publisher is gnashing his teeth for until I’ve transposed my thoughts to paper. I have page upon page of beginnings, endings and middles of stories that I will one day stretch to completion.
My elephant meanwhile smiles coyly, its trunk coiled realistically, and watches me as I struggle to ignore it.
It has just occurred to me that I write about procrastinating so much that this blog is fast becoming a distraction in its own right!