Friday 28 October 2011
The Purpose of Creation
For the past few days I’ve been transferring changes from a printed copy of my novel manuscript to the electronic copy. The manuscript pages are then set aside for my afterschool children to draw bird’s nests and monsters on, as it is the only paper in the house right now for drawing. So yesterday the children only had five pages to draw on, and today they will have closer to twenty. My work becomes a vehicle for their work. Sometimes I wonder if this is the height of usefulness my novel will achieve: as fodder for little people’s imagination. I suppose there are worse endings than having your life’s work turned upside down so someone else can be creative.