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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. |
| 17:15 I'm getting tired of this "song". It just isn't something I'd write about so the topic I've chosen is a bit daft. But I'll try to see it through, although I don't know how much I can improve without another's guidance or feedback. Old draft: Is love really blind? Is it supposed to hurt in this way? I was a simple soul and didn't mind I was at peace, even if I wasn't always sound. When I met you, everything was a mess. You waited for me and you made a fuss Over me, which was something new. In my gloom, you were like a shining beacon. I strove to be better, to be worthy of you. It seems I wasn't worthy enough. You left, taking all your stuff. You disappeared, without a word, without a trace. All I have to go on is the memory of your face. It hit me like a knife through the heart, That the one I trusted most wanted to be apart. I became worse than the simple fool I'd been before, I craved something which I could not afford. Even though you broke me, I still needed you. Our brief time was a distant dream, bittersweet and untrue. Yeah, I can't be bothered anymore. I don't know how else to improve it. My heart isn't in it. Tomorrow, perhaps I can write something more in line with the things I like. Maybe I can finally start reworking the Rift-Touched character song I've revamped so many times. 17:25 ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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