The End Of The Great British Novel
If there’s one things for self-indulgent than writing about myself, it’s writing about my dreams.
Dreams in which I am being selfish. Two things. Three - dreams in which I am selfishly finishing the Great British Novel.
Now, obviously I don’t write the Great British Novel for another nine years, but I was doing it in my dream. I was on the last sentence, when I was called to accompany some friends to a toy store, where they were accepting some kind of award.
I was writing the novel on a kind of handheld computer that looked like it was made by Fisher Price. Think Blackberry meets Speak And Spell. Regardless, it contained all but the last sentence of my latest novel. OK, let’s face it, my only novel, but the Great British Novel nonetheless.
I was on my last sentence - and it was a doozy - when we were summoned for the photocall for the prize to be awarded. I was so wrapped up in finishing the book that I posed for the picture with them and the toy store owner, as I typed the last words into the handheld computer.
I thought the last sentence was so brilliant that nothing else mattered. In the morning, all I remembered about the story is that either I myself or something in my control had gone higher than anyone or anything else could. I wrote the last sentence down when I woke up, because it was so clear in my head. In the dream, while I was having my picture taken, I kept repeating it to myself so I wouldn’t forget it and I could type it into the computer later, which is why is stuck in my head after I woke up:
Lofter and more lofty still; it was ever thus.
I remembered in the dream wanting to use a word other than “higher”, and also I didn’t want to repeat it twice in one sentence, which is how I ended up with “more lofty still”.
I kind of like it, but I’m not sure I would want to read all the words preceeding it.
Before I go, a couple of other things, more points of order really which I should have mentioned at the start.
1. A Lard Off My Mind - which fast on its way to becoming the UK’s number 1 lifestyle/weight loss/comedy crossover and breakthrough weblog in the British Female Group Blogger category. It’s very good.
2. This Is This Recommends - a selection of things endorsed by me. I came up with that title. (note to self: Add ALOMM to Recommended listings)
Anyway, look at that - it’s Friday. At least three readers of this site have said they are going to make bagels over the weekend, which is great, because I always suspected this site had some practical uses. Free mench to anyone who gives it a go and posts the results online. Also, Weekend Song as ever will feature. That much we do know.
Come back next week, when you’ve got the Negative Music Quiz, in whch you have to guess the artist of every song I own that begins with the word “Don’t”. (There are over 40 of them)
Have a great weekend.
February 1st, 2008 at 1:24 am
Hey, CLiff- um… trust me, bud, that last line is not going to work.
Songs that start with the word ‘Don’t? What is it with you and those Negative waves, man?
February 1st, 2008 at 1:35 am
Just curious, Cliff, do you listen to Radio 5 Live by any chance?
February 1st, 2008 at 1:41 am
Don’t know Ed. Feeling OK though lately. That’s the the advice though. I think you’re right. Odd thing is I can write more thoughtfully when I’m happy, and can be at my funniest when I’m generally down.
Jonners - very rarely. Occasional live football, but that’s it. Why do you ask?
February 1st, 2008 at 9:47 am
Naaah, it’ll never work, Cliff… unless you’re trying to work Tom Watt’s character from EastEnders into your novel. (hmm, perhaps that reference is too obscure).
Can I guess and start the ball rolling with Human League and Solomon Burke?
February 1st, 2008 at 12:08 pm
Not too obscure for me, Rob.
So Cliff - are you gonna write it? Are you gonna?
February 1st, 2008 at 12:15 pm
I get one of the song titles, but the rest is over my head. Much of what goes on here is.
And no, I’m not going to write it, probably. A lack of imagination and deadlines means I probably won’t get around to it.
February 1st, 2008 at 2:08 pm
I shou8ld think a lack of deadlines would be conducive.
February 1st, 2008 at 3:31 pm
Cliff, I ask because Peter Allen (co-presenter of the “Drive” program from 4pm to 7pm weekdays with the lovely Anita Anand) used the phrase “Ah, but ’twas it ever thus” several times in a matter of minutes the other day. I thought a) it was rather cute usage and b) that you might have stolen some subconscious inspiration from it.
Glad you asked?
Thought not.
February 1st, 2008 at 9:04 pm
No, I am glad I asked Jonners, thanks. I didn’t hear the show as I am normally either working or travelling/writing during that time, but I am interested to know. Maybe it’s coming back and I had picked it up elsewhere.
I’m a hack, Ed. I need deadlines. I set them myself on me but tend to push myself too hard. An excellent blogging peer group keeps me in check, though.
February 1st, 2008 at 9:33 pm
Alas, bagel-making may be postponed slightly thanks to Our Wall Collpase Drama that made the local paper.
For Sale: One house, slightly weather-damaged
http://scaryduck.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-there-being-warnings-of-gales-in-all.html
February 1st, 2008 at 10:11 pm
See that’s just selfish.
Seriously, no problem. At least it fell away from the house. Crap luck, Scary. Sorry for that.
February 7th, 2008 at 2:09 pm
dude, you remember Three Word Story? (of course you do) if you don’t have time to write the Great British Novel maybe we could help you? we could start from the sentence about Lofty and work backwards… eh, eh, what do you think?