Friday 25 February 2022

I Wish

 Do you remember that wicked song by Skee-Lo, ‘I Wish’? The one that went,

Hello
I wish I was little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six four Impala

Remember that? Here it is https://youtu.be/ryDOy3AosBw I remember it, and it dawned on me the other day, that me and Skee-Lo have something in common.


I too spend far too much time wishing for stuff, when my time would be far better served actually doing stuff instead!!! How obvious is that? It’s not like I’m thick, but really, this shouldn’t be the revelation it has been to my 44-year-old self ☹

I thought I’d quickly rewrite ‘I Wish’, and make it more me. I suspect the refrain will get a bit longer, as I am keen on wishes (having used eleven years of birthday wishes/ shooting stars/ wishing wells/etc on wishing for a baby), and also fairly greedy. Also, songs are like poems, and needn’t rhyme. This probably isn’t going to rhyme…

‘I Wish’, by Beck C.

Hello
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish that I was stronger
I wish I had Reece Witherspoon/ Michael Sheen/ Charlie Brooker fighting to buy the film rights of my work (too long, sorry!)
I would call her/ him
I wish I had money that I earned from my words
And a publishing deal’a

The last line is a tad ropey, I know, but I mean it. I was going to write that I wished I was published – but I am. I am there, on various writing sites on the internet (and we all know once you end up on the internet you can’t ever erase it!) and in print. I am available to buy in a wonderful anthology on Amazon for fricks sake! A paper copy you can hold in your hand, and smell!!! Look here Anthology ONE: Amazon.co.uk: Makarelle: 9798499762516: Books



And my writing is good now, better than it’s ever been. I write more than ever, just not profitable stuff.
‘Oh, you’re a writer? Writing your great novel, eh?’
I’ve been asked this once or twice, and the answer is no. No, I’m not writing a novel. No. My brain, my wonderful, wacky brain will not allow me to write a novel. It works well on short stories, flash fiction, novella length stuff at a push. None of it profitable or attractive for a publishing house to take a punt on, what with me not being famous in the least. So, no, I’m not writing a novel. And that’s when I see people lose interest, and file me under A for amateur. Which is correct, I guess, but still a bit patronising no?

I should really blow my own trumpet more, tell the world about each little win, but unfortunately, I attended a school which only taught violin or recorder; and blowing my on recorder isn’t going to win anyone over anymore. If that’s not a tragic backstory, I don’t know what is.

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