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 Well, not so much fun and leisure as...get some damn writing done, you fool! |
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A while ago, I attended a writers' workshop and the lady who hosted it told us all to go away with this bit of advice - to write for just ten minutes a day. I was determined to go ahead with it and I did...for two days. So today I remembered that I'd resolved to do so and I whipped out my journal and wrote for fifteen minutes. I'm typing out pretty much the same thing that I wrote earlier, with some differences. I find I can go a lot more in-depth when I'm typing than when I'm writing by hand. Writing by hand is such a chore! I've struggled with loneliness a lot throughout my twenty-nine years. I struggled with it when I was the only one home with my mum when I was a teen and everybody else had other places to be. I struggled with it after marriage and when we moved into our own house for the first time. I struggled with it after my son was born and I felt torn between pursuing my writing and being a good mum, because my culture seems to indicate that a woman has absolutely no chance of living her own life - or at least, she has no chance of attaining any goals she hasn't already attained - once she has children. I feel it occasionally still, even though I get so little time to myself nowadays that any alone time is simply awesome. I've tried to come to terms with the idea that being alone isn't a bad thing - and a lot of the time, it isn't. My friends don't live nearby so I don't get to see them often, and even when I do, I feel like there isn't much depth to our conversations. I'm surrounded by people who do not think like me, who do not share any of my interests and hobbies. I feel like I've become desensitised to isolation. Loneliness is my preferred way to be. I walked into my college cafeteria at lunch today and it was the usual hubbub of activity. Youngsters walking around, chatting animatedly, shouting across the room, laughing, eating, socialising. I could recall how that clamour wouldn't have bothered me ten-twelve years ago, when I would have been one of the youngsters talking excitedly with her friends. But, as this moment, I just found an out-of-the-way little table and sat down. I watched the crowds for a while, wondering why it was only at moments like these that the sense of isolation became so strong. In the middle of a crowd, I feel most alone. |
| Time: 15:16 I think eating those three scrummy chocolates yesterday unleashed the sweet lover in me, and she's thirsting for more. I have opened the gates to hell... I just have a sore sore and I've been coughing a bit, but nothing too bad. Why did I have to have such an enormous sweet tooth? But I don't know what other tasty, grab-and-go, healthy snacks there are that I can eat with a cup of tea. I've not had lunch because I can't be bothered making anything. Terrible, I know. The "lazy" in "LazyWriter" isn't confined to just writing, you know. The story prompt I've been working on this week is due in before the end of today. I did well last night. I started again and got about 3700+ words of my total 5000. So now I just need to write about 1200+. I'm going back to the Elementals story idea I mentioned a few entries back and the short story I did was around one of these "Elementals". It was a good experience as I've not delved into his character much. For the next prompt - if there is another - I'll write about one of the others and then start planning out the story - I told myself I'd give being a "plotter" a try. But really, just having a vague idea of a story climax is usually enough for me to keep going. Writing out chapter summaries annoys me. It sounds so constraining. Is my creativity a dog that I'm putting a leash on it and taking it where I want it to go? That was a sucky analogy. In any case, I'll give it a shot. In other news, I'm thinking maybe I can use my blog to create one-time characters and then pick them up later if I need some inspiration or one of them really stands out. It might be an interesting exercise. Or maybe write entries as different characters. That sounds interesting! I can't imagine the main character of my novel writing a blog, mainly because he lives in a time that's akin to the early 20th century  Twelve minutes! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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