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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. |
| 05:41 I got up at 4am, thinking the beeping I could hear was my alarm so I blindly reached for my clock and "turned it off", then noticed my husband's phone alarm was going off "too" (exact same sound, be-be-be-beep! Be-be-be-beep! Be-be-be-beep! The MOST annoying sound in the world!) I didn't occur to me at this time to wonder why my alarm clock would go off at the exact same time as my husband's, since I don't wake up at four! Rather, I was confused as to why my husband was getting up an hour later. I curled up, pretending to be asleep so he wouldn't ask me to make breakfast for him and willing him to go so I could enjoy some peace and quiet and get some work done before the little one wakes up. Then I looked at my watch and it was half four by this time. I was surprised, to say the least! I'd missed out on an hour of sleep! But that's nothing new. It always feels like I've missed out on sleep, even when I manage a solid seven hours so...I think I should try eight hours. Anyway, enough of my early-morning antics. I think I got in a thousand words of random writing yesterday. It felt good but I didn't get much time. Or maybe I just didn't utilise the time that I had efficiently. I dunno. I get so lazy. But I don't think this will be a problem for NaNo. Once I'm signed up, I'm usually dedicated. With two mins to spare, I'm off! Nothing more to say for this great day! And I bid you...adieu! 05:50 |