Write in Time

Write in Time

My morning started with emergency samosa cooking duty. Yes, you read that correctly, and yes, this is my life now. To give a context, Gauri’s mama (paternal grandmother) makes the best samosas ever. She sells them in a local butchers and they sell out quicker than hot cakes. Mama made a lot of samosas for Gauri’s work, but Gauri was too busy to cook them so I offered. In between cooking the aforementioned samosas, I was also writing the first half of the blues musical I am working on. 

I would set the timer for ten minutes and then write and when the time went off I would stop and check on the samosas. I started writing and the timer went off (from my point of view) immediately. I looked at the cooker to check I hadn’t done it wrong, but ten minutes had actually elapsed. The thing was, that when I was writing, it did not feel like ten minutes. It felt like ten seconds. It occurred to me  that when I am writing, I lose all sense of real time.

Interlude – The samosas stubbornly refused to cook properly and it took five checks and four resets of the timer until they were done. I think they actually put their energy into not being cooked; much like Superman in Superman 2 when he takes out Zod and his cronies by forcing the energy outside his clear little capsule so they lost their powers and he didn’t.

This sense of me losing time when writing was further compounded by the fact that I am absolutely convinced that today is Wednesday and not Thursday. I have obviously checked google, asked Siri (I love that guy) and looked at newspapers etc. Despite all the evidence my brain has seen it cannot accept that today is Thursday, and even if it did, it has no recollection of what happened to the missing day that clearly occurred.

Now, this is not normally a problem. Except for when I have to go through conversations with people who do not have my ailment regarding not knowing what day it is and I have to stand there with this stupid blank expression of incomprehension on my face, thinking to myself ‘Wait. What? What the hell happened to Wednesday?’ There is an old clip of a guy eating an ice-cream. In the split second he looks away from the ice-cream, a seagull swoops in and nabs it. His expression when he looks back and has no idea what happened to his ice-cream is getting to be my default expression of confuzzlement lately. I do not know how I feel about this as yet.

Anyways, I have best be off. Tomorrow is Thursday and I have a lot to get done by then.

(Wait. What? Tomorrow is Friday? What the hell happened to Thursday) = confused face.

Take care buddies,



About davidmbeecroft

Hello and welcome to my blog. Please feel free to have an explore. My name is David Beecroft. I am 38 years old. I co-founded and ran a small scale touring theatre company called Screwed & Clued in 1998. I went on to tour the Canadian Fringe Theatre Festival circuit over the following five years. I have written six original plays, the last ‘The Poe Show’ won a Best in Fest award at the 2014 Ottawa Fringe Festival. I worked in a social care setting for ten years and now work in a special needs school. I have sent my first novel off to agents and considering self-publishing if that does not work. I co-host a radio show on Surrey Hills Community Radio called Daves of the Week where we feature charities for a six week period. I live with my fiance and two pet Degus. I started this blog when suffering from depression and attending therapy, so a large part of this blog was about my experience and thoughts of that. Since then I am in a much better place and I write about life after depression and how I stay (or try to) ahead of it happening again. I also like to look at the happier sides of life and try to put a positive spin on serious subjects.

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