Writer's Block: Open Arms / comfort sleeping
ha ha, I looked at the writers block questions until I found one I liked and then I was able to think about Simon Lipkin
The one on the right, though I love the middle one just as much (sorry claire)
But I didn't really want to answer a writers block question as I don't really have writers block. I have, as ever ALOT to say for myself, but at this moment in time I am thinking about pyjamas or as I call them P Y Jamas as if they were a person or Jimmers, in a west country accent.
When we were little 'Get your pyjama's on' was like the bell tolling before the execution, the signal that there was no hope of being forgotten no matter how quietly you sat in the corner barely breathing incase you were noticed. It meant... BEDTIME.
Life must have been so enjoyable back then that BEDTIME was an end to it all. How marvellous that sleep was seen as spoiling the fun, why end the day when there is so much more to learn to discover to be enthusiastic about, I'm not tired, at least I don't think I am, there's so much more to do and yet now you are bringing it to a conclusion, like the first people to leave the party, you know everyone will soon follow suit and you will be left with the cleaning up to do.
But now, BEDTIME is no longer in capitals, it is no longer decided by anyone else, but does it come at the right time? When we are young we're put to bed in order to have enough sleep to be ready to face the next day, when we are self governed how do we know how much we'll need? Infact, bedtime now acts as an escape, if you had a bad day 'bedtime' if a program you don't want to watch is on it's sleeptime, if you're sick off you go to bedfordshire but it's rarely something we don't want to do. Infact, it's become the opposite.
As adults we seem to pine for our bed, for sleep, the earlier we tell ourselves 'get your pyjama's on' the better we feel.
So what happened? What took the joy out of wanting to be awake forever just incase we missed something, to slinking off to bedrooms to indulge in the very thing we used to hate.
Somewhere along the line we all stop seeing the world with a childs eyes, we know what to expect in a day we know what, if anything we'll learn and we know at the end of the day the place you feel safest from reality, the place you feel better from illness and the place where you know you can escape is 'bed'.
shame really, becasue I think we all KNOW the world IS still magical, but not if you shut it out.
katie x
The one on the right, though I love the middle one just as much (sorry claire)
But I didn't really want to answer a writers block question as I don't really have writers block. I have, as ever ALOT to say for myself, but at this moment in time I am thinking about pyjamas or as I call them P Y Jamas as if they were a person or Jimmers, in a west country accent.
When we were little 'Get your pyjama's on' was like the bell tolling before the execution, the signal that there was no hope of being forgotten no matter how quietly you sat in the corner barely breathing incase you were noticed. It meant... BEDTIME.
Life must have been so enjoyable back then that BEDTIME was an end to it all. How marvellous that sleep was seen as spoiling the fun, why end the day when there is so much more to learn to discover to be enthusiastic about, I'm not tired, at least I don't think I am, there's so much more to do and yet now you are bringing it to a conclusion, like the first people to leave the party, you know everyone will soon follow suit and you will be left with the cleaning up to do.
But now, BEDTIME is no longer in capitals, it is no longer decided by anyone else, but does it come at the right time? When we are young we're put to bed in order to have enough sleep to be ready to face the next day, when we are self governed how do we know how much we'll need? Infact, bedtime now acts as an escape, if you had a bad day 'bedtime' if a program you don't want to watch is on it's sleeptime, if you're sick off you go to bedfordshire but it's rarely something we don't want to do. Infact, it's become the opposite.
As adults we seem to pine for our bed, for sleep, the earlier we tell ourselves 'get your pyjama's on' the better we feel.
So what happened? What took the joy out of wanting to be awake forever just incase we missed something, to slinking off to bedrooms to indulge in the very thing we used to hate.
Somewhere along the line we all stop seeing the world with a childs eyes, we know what to expect in a day we know what, if anything we'll learn and we know at the end of the day the place you feel safest from reality, the place you feel better from illness and the place where you know you can escape is 'bed'.
shame really, becasue I think we all KNOW the world IS still magical, but not if you shut it out.
katie x