I’ve finally handed my memoir over to be formatted into a REAL book and now I’m in between.
I’ve never been here before.
It’s like waiting on a railway platform for the next train
to pull in.
I wonder where it will take me?
Somewhere new or a familiar route where I can list each
station off by heart?
“Mind the gap,” the announcement says.
I slipped once, missed the step, and fell between the train
and the platform.
I was only a small child so my mum hauled me back up.
It’s an odd, half remembered memory.
I’m certain it happened but maybe I should ask mum to be
sure it wasn’t just my fertile imagination.
My mind jumps to a film with Sandra Bullock in – While you
were Sleeping,
I check my DVD collection, I don’t own a copy, but I do have
The Lake House.
I Google it to make sure I’ve remembered the plot -
Does she save a man from an oncoming train? of course she
does!
(makes a change from driving a runaway bus I suppose)
Maybe Sandra Bullock can play me if they ever make a film
out of my memoir!
Oh, this is silly. My mind has taken a meandering twist away
from reality.
But this is what happens in the in between space,
The space where you have no idea what happens next.
I dream of a worldwide book tour and TV appearances
I dream of a box of unloved books gathering dust in the corner
of a room
I dream of something in between
And I wonder where I will be in six months’ time?
Who I will be – will I still be me?
Or will I be Sandra Bullock?
