My new book ‘Donald The Magic Farty Bum’ is a story about how the world got its colours. It’s set in a time when the only only colours are grey and mission brown and everything is boring. With the help of a little boy and his magic farts, colour and joy begin to spread to the world.
I wrote this story about 8 years ago when I was living the good life in QLD. In fact, I wrote it in a teepee with a couple of girlfriends and we were having side- splitting belly- shaking laughing fits all night.
It’s only recently that I’ve been thinking about its significance. Yeah, I know it’s just a cute fart book, but maybe it’s not? I’ve experienced depression over the last few years and It literally feels like the colour has been drained out of the world. I haven’t been talking about it much lately, because I’ve learnt that my darkness turns off people.
In my experience, the most healing things for my heart and my anxiety are tears and laughter. I cry a lot and I laugh a lot. One thing about myself I admire is my ability to laugh at how ridiculous, ironic, overwhelming, and plain old fucked life can be. If I took it all seriously all the time, I’d be done for! Sometimes you just have to shake your head and laugh. When your 5 year old is having an indignant rant and you’ve run out of rhyme and reason to retaliate with, when something (else) goes wrong with your car, when you wake up with yet another sore throat, when you run out of money again, when you haven’t had a moment to yourself for weeks and you think you might break, when loneliness and grief and sadness sink their teeth into your heart and don’t want to let go. When life. Sometimes all I can do is laugh, or smile, and the humor brings with it a little splash of colour, a glimmer of hope and understanding that this moment will pass.
My new book may just be a fart story, not deep and meaningful like Little She-Wolf was. But farts are funny!!! My kids roar with laughter daily at their own farts, which infectiously has me laughing, sometimes despite my outrage, which somehow makes it even funnier!
So I bravely declare my upcoming book, Donald The Magic Farty Bum, a very important work of literature!
As my 5 year old just stated for no apparent reason “Fuck It!” I guess sometimes you just have to say it?
May you always find the colour, wherever and whenever it can be found. Laugh lots and fart more.