Well, maybe not love.
There is another word that seems more suited, more fitting, feels better – Lust.
It’s so very beautiful – whispering in the dead of night, it tells me in a Scottish poets accent, “I can make you better, I’ll make you sing with a literary agility that you never knew you had.”
It’s sleek lines and light feel. It’s lights that come on in the dark around the keyboard. I can imagine myself in a literary café, my hands flipping it open as I sip a cappuccino; notebook with beautiful script (my handwritings very poor by the way) laid out next to it, whilst the object of my affection sits ready to receive my characters thoughts and dreams.
In my heart I know that it will not improve my writing; it won’t change one single piece of prose. It won’t fix a passive voice or save that last dangling participle (can’t believe I just made that into a sentence).
But oh, how I want it…. Sigh…..
I’d love to know if there is anything that you have ever really wanted and lusted over. It doesn’t have to be in the present, you may have been six or it could have been last week in a shop window.
What physical item gets you going, makes you covet?