It's the middle of the week and we're on the N2, home bound. You've got the wheel, one hand steering and the other resting on the gear stick. First, third, fifth. You can do that with a close ratio gearbox, you know, but not other cars. Nah-uh, you'd stall before you even got your foot off the damn clutch.
I've got the passenger seat stretched back like a lounger, one foot on the dashboard and the other out the window, jiggling the side view mirror with my big toe. The chain mom called tacky does jingly jangly hoola-hoops around my ankle, shooting a constellation of lights at my chest.
You're playing the album you just recorded, steering with your bony knees as you strum the air to your favourite parts. The guitar, your mistress, sitting upright all strapped in and shit on the back seat. Strum, flick, pick. I never understood that impulse, your urgency to create. But it's what I love about you. That's what makes you mine, Baby.
Megan is an illustrator and writer who thinks the noun form of 'creative' is gross and obnoxious. After working as a graphic designer and journalist in communications, and as the features writer for GLAMOUR magazine, she's gone rogue and is currently pursuing spiritual enlightenment (yes, really!) and trying to get paid for the things she writes and draws.
What inspired you to write your story?
Nostalgia, and longing for my barefoot home in the Eastern Cape. I had been dreaming about swimming in the Indian Ocean all week, about road tripping home, and these words just followed that path of thinking.
What's your favourite book/story?
Margaret Atwood's 'Cat's Eye' shakes me out of my comfort zone every time I read it. The Minpins by Roald Dahl will also always remain a steadfast favourite.
How much of your work reflects your life?
Sometimes writing is like truth serum for me: every feeling, every thought, comes tumbling out without even trying, and in this way there is a lot of myself and my life embedded in my work. Even if a story is far from my own reality, it always seems to capture -- if not my mood -- then something from my environment; the sun, waves, love, heartache.
If you were to write a book about your life, what would the title be?
Barefoot, A Life Lived.
Megan blogs at megandthewaves.wordpress.com