I work my way through a lot of bed sheets, but it can’t be helped.
It’s the way I work.
An idea comes to me, and I have to write it down.
Ideas come at the darndest times.
Often, I’m in the shower, and I run through the house, dripping wet, stark bullock naked and start scribbling away. The neighbours get a little annoyed, except for that bloke who lives over the back, he seems to enjoy it, and that’s ok; each to his own.
I like the feeling of writing on cloth, particularly Egyptian cotton, but you can’t always get it. Thrift shops in up-market areas are the best source, but even so, stocks are limited.
Every opportunity shop within a twenty-mile radius knows me by name. Anytime white sheets come in they put them aside just for me. I’m prepared to write on coloured sheets but I’m old-fashioned at heart, so I prefer white sheets.
Stripped sheets are a waste of time. You just get a good flow going, and you have to leave a space.
It’s very annoying.
My editor hates it.
She keeps thinking I want to start a new paragraph!
Bloody striped sheets!
Don’t even get me started on a paisley pattern.
No, there’s only one proper writing sheet, and that’s a white writing sheet.
Someone once suggested that I try large sheets of paper.
I thought they were a bit strange for suggesting such a thing, but I gave it a go, just to say that I had tried it.
Didn’t work at all.
Not sure what they were thinking.
I gave it a whole week and in that time word got around.
Attractive women with nice bottoms stopped turning up to watch me work, and the ones who did turn up refused to take their clothes off.
Storytelling is part plot, part character, part location, part atmosphere and part naked woman. Everyone knows that, and if they don’t, they should.
No naked woman?
It would be like trying to write without a white sheet, or braces to hold up my pants, or a bottle of wine to warm my soul.
A ‘book light’ is optional, but the next thing they will be suggesting is that the naked woman should not be left-handed and that I should not smoke when I write.
I’m not sure what the world is coming to, but I know one thing for sure. I am going to continue on with the old traditions for as long as I am able.
Naked women and writing on white bed sheets is part of the fabric of our nation.
To do otherwise would be un-Australian.
Painting by Jack Vettriano
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