Hello there lovely person who has stumbled upon this lil’ blog 🙂
My name is Charlotte and I am originally from England, but I am currently living in Cape Town – one of the most beautiful and vibrant cities in the world. I am studying English Literature, Drama and Gender studies at the University of Cape Town and I have big dreams of one day being a professional writer 🙂
A little about me, I suppose… I drink far too much tea, have been called ‘chops’ by my family since I was a wee little babe and have a bad habit of buying ridiculous floral dresses from second hand shops. If your granny wore it, I want it! I can pull quite an impressive ‘cat in the hat face’ (sadly my only party trick) and on occasion can do a wicked Janis Joplin rendition of ‘Mercedes Benz’…
Oh, and I shudder at the thought of wooden chip forks!
I think the thing that really inspires me about words is that little moment– the beat in the second when I pick up an old book and smell that musty smell. It is a smell which tells the tale of worlds gone by, souls inspired, perhaps, as cheesy as it sounds. My heart begins to sing. This magic, almost manic energy rushes through my entire body until the tips of my fingers almost explode -sometimes impeding my ability to hold the darn thing.
These moments, those thrilling seconds when I feel a heartbeat in the pages, are moments of pure bliss and joy. Today I feel a great desire to explore worlds and minds and places, to convey, through my words these experiences. I’m not sure how long this will last, my brain is spiralling, thoughts and feelings are bubbling away and my fingers struggle to type but I think, if something truly makes you feel, or believe, or laugh or scream then that something is for you. You’ve gotta try it! You’ve got to put every little thing you have into it and give yourself that chance. So here it goes, today I am taking that leap! I am going to take a risk and give this whole writing business a real good go!
I have been reading Jack Kerouac’s wonderful book, “On the Road” and this particular passage inspired me. It makes me want to explore the world and meet all the mad ones who give this crazy little planet a bit of meaning. So I shall leave you with this!
“”…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”