As well as writing, I’ve also been using my extra time at home to think and reflect. I reckon there’s a lot of that going on at the moment.
I’ve often thought in years past how little winning a million or more quid on the National Lottery would change my life. I’m already doing what I love doing most … creating strange new worlds and filling them with characters doing amazing things in my books.
All I really need to do that is a Mitsubishi mechanical pencil, a pad of paper, a comfortable seat, and a cup of coffee (add time and quiet and bake for six months). And hey, I’ve already got all those!
There’s been a flurry of social media posts from depressed stars and tycoons who’ve suddenly woken up to such facts as (a) your seventy room mansion is just 69 unused rooms to feel lonely in – and a heck of a lot of extra vacuuming now your staff have buggered off (b) having a hundred million in the bank isn’t much good if you’ve got nothing much to spend it on (c) owning a garage full of supercars isn’t much cop when nobody’s there to be impressed by the size of your engine.
Normally, these woe-is-me posts might be greeted with some interest, but it’s amazing how sympathy for celebs has evaporated when your audience isn’t stuck in a LA fortress with a choice of swimming pools and is instead self-employed in a flat and worrying about real-life issues such as paying the bills, etc.
As Leo once said, everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing themself.
And, as Wise Willard told me … never get out of the boat. Absolutely goddamn right. Unless you’re going all the way.