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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. |
| Hello. I'm getting better! It's only 19:23 here in the UK. So, ten mins, ten mins...What to write about?! My brother and sister-in-law invited the family to have lunch at theirs today so, basically, I've spent all day lazing around sat in pretty much the same spot. This is why I dislike family dinners; I become a couch potato....except, on a dining chair. Dining chair potato. When you've back pain that only gets worse after sitting in such chairs, being a couch potato is not a good thing. My back is so stiff. On the plus side, I finally got my computer swivelly chair thingy today and I don't know that I feel loads better. I mean, don't people lean forward when typing? That sort of renders the chair's tilting function rather useless. Anyways, I have a story prompt to write so I've just been wondering what the story will be. I have a lot of ideas stored away on my computer but I still want something new, because my ideas are usually for novels, not short stories. Let's see how I do! I've written my previous blog entries on my phone but I'm on my computer today. This entry is looking pretty pathetic. I still have 3 mins to go! This is always my problem, IRL and now even online - I don't know what to talk about! My friend is coming over tomorrow, after many weeks of us hanging out and chilling...well, I say "hanging out and chilling" but what I actually mean is...allowing the kids some time to play together while we supervise and chat. That doesn't sound much like chilling but I suppose we take what we can get. These meetings are usually planned so that they happen right after the week we previously met, but it never works out. Someway, somehow, we end up cancelling and then the weeks roll on by before slots open up for a meet-up. It's ridiculous how little time there is to do anything! Well, it's been ten minutes! Eleven, even! I'm off! YES! HUZZAH! ...Ahem, 'til tomorrow! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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