“Would you like an adventure now,” said Peter causally. “Or would you like to have your tea first?”
J.M Barrie, Peter Pan
On the one hand, adventure. On the other, tea. Adventure, tea. Adventure, tea. The choice isn’t exactly an easy one, since both options are among my favorite things about being a human. Honestly it just depends on the day. Some days, I want to go be rugged and conquer impossible odds and defy danger and all that, and some days I want to sit and sip a steaming cup of Nambarrie and be content in the quietness. (I suppose that’s why I find Bilbo Baggins one of the most relatable characters in all literature.)
The truth is, most of life is lived in between adventure and tea. The business of normalcy keeps both extremes at bay. Let’s face it, it’s hard to make a living as an adventurer. And if teatime is the most taxing task of the day, you probably have about as much real-life responsibility as the Dowager Countess of Grantham (Downton Abbey, anyone?) So somewhere between adventure and tea, we find what we call “normal life.”
But writing transcends normalcy. To write is to live a thousand lives, to face the dragons and fight the giants, to lasso ideas from among the stars and keep them in a mason jar, to have tea with the Queen and dance across the mountains of the moon – all while maintaining the necessaries of a regular, functioning life.
I’m a writer because I want adventure AND tea.