435. Creative frenzy (or madness)

 I am going mad again. I think deep down I like going mad. Mad, crazy, it brings a little fantasy in life. It is a little like escaping in a fantasy novel.

Except I am not a character in a fantasy novel. I am a teacher in a high school and I should be respectable and behave accordingly.

I'll say what I say to my students:

'Am I the crazy one and you are all sane or am I the sane one and everyone else is crazy?'

Now think about that.

Yet there is also an other way I like to think of it. I am not mad, I am in a creative mood. Same thing, isn't? Think about Van High for a start.'

Anyway this is exactly what is happening. I am writing away, tapping at the keyboard in a frenetic creative frenzy. I am writing less here and more somewhere else if you are wondering about this paradox of me writing more and you reading less.

But I have also been scrolling like mad (again!) on the local app where you can buy and sell anything form an electric socket (yes, just the socket) to a farm complete with animals. I know because we once had a plan of becoming farmers. I sent my husband at Uncle Jeannot's farm for a week and the we did the maths and financially it would have been suicide. We're not that mad. Yet. (Jeannot wants to pass the farm on.) When I see the farmers on their big tractors driving up to Paris to protest against laws and regulations then I think yes I should be a farmer!

Anyway I am not looking to buy a farm this time, just bits of furniture, old furniture that I could polish and treat with a bit of TLC and then place in my house in a strategic point.

So when the sane me tells me to go and prepare a step-by-step worksheet for my literature group (half of the group can't read, won't read and doesn't like reading) I think no let's be creative ...

What do you say, reader?