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Writers – ever wonder what your brain looks like?

In glorious technicolour… ta-da!

Yip. That’s your brain.

You think I’m kidding? Well I’m not. It goes like this…

My bag died a slow, nasty death. It started with the handle slowly detaching itself, first one side, then the other. After that, it suffered a chronic zip failure and it was pretty much downhill from there. So I did what every self-respecting mom would do. I borrowed my teenagers funky blue bag. All was great until she had a movie date with friends, and spoke the dreaded words, “Mom, I need my bag.” Drat.

I tucked my purse deep into my armpit, carried my phone and went bag shopping. Now you must understand my history. The last five bags that I have owned have been identical. Black, practical and identical. I go to the same fleamarket, find the same lady (she calls herself ‘The Bag Lady’) buy an identical bag and life goes on without a wobble.

But this time I didn’t. This gaudy multi-colour mess snagged me from the moment I laid eyes on it. Sure I looked at every other bag in the shop, but this one kept singing my name. So I just did it. Bought it. Left the shop, transferred my purse from my armpit to my screamingly bright new bag, ran to the car giggling like a pre-schooler.

It sat smugly on the seat next to me all the way home. Half of me was delighted at the change, half of me a little shell-shocked and my brain hung stranded between the two, frantically wondering why the attraction was so strong.

Then I clicked. This bag is just like us. You see the black… it is strong and deliberate. It gives the bag form and stability, makes it functional and practical. But then… in between all the black you have those crazy colours! That is a writers brain for you… right there. Half of it, analytical and structured – plot / pacing / world-building… all those things that have to line up and be correct for the work to make sense. The other half? Has to fly free and unfettered to find those intruiging storylines, characters that hook the heart of our readers… emotions and exquisite word weaving.

So there you go. Your brain. Well – sort of. 🙂

At least I know why I bought this crazy bag and why it makes me happy everytime I look at it.

Comments (7)

  1. What a happy purse.

    If you can find shoes to match the bag, you can join the circus 🙂

    1. Hehehehe! This is sooooooooo way out there from my usual! Heck… I AM the circus! 😀

  2. that is one cool bag! carrying that around, there is no way someone can say you left your brains somewhere…;)

    1. Hehe! Except maybe when I bought it! 😀

      My 13yo is so cool… I asked her if she thinks my bag suits me. So she say – YES, ’cause it’s practical AND fun. What a lovely kid…

  3. Reblogged this on Jen's Thoughts and commented:
    Love this!

  4. That’s a great bag! You will never lose it and it has oodles of personality 🙂 Love it.

    I find myself in a similar situation from time to time as I get older/wiser/more comfortable in my own skin. Less often I go for ‘the same old’ and more often I find myself reaching for the thing I am drawn to, love but is so not me, but IS me, the me I’ve been keeping hidden in the closet for so long. I find the decisions based on the me I now want to express to the world are the best decisions.

    I’m very happy for you that you have a funky new bag 🙂

  5. How can you not like a bag that has a face. It does! It’s looking at me right now 🙂

    There are the colours, then those studs… and I can’t get Cyndi Lauper out of my head… she’s singing Girls just wanna have fun he he he.

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