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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. |
| 07:18 I thought I'd be sensible and update early today, rather than leave it as one of the last things I need to scramble about to complete right before bedtime. I was just writing my mermaid story and I like the contrast of light/dark. My leads are a very pale-skinned brunette who lives on the bottom of the ocean floor, where it is dark, and she yearns for the light and warmth of the above-world, and a young golden-haired man who spends the majority of the story as a scary-looking dark-furred monstrosity who has come to value the dark. I'm making some parts of this up as I go along, because I've only just started thinking of these kinds of things. Themes are fun to include in the story, aren't they? They give the reader something besides the main story to focus on. I wonder what other themes I can put into here. I'll try not to go overboard now that I'm conscious that I can actually think of them. Before, it was a miracle if I just managed to finish a story, never mind adding other stuff. Anyway, I'm glad to have gotten this out of the way early in the morning. I've done about half of my daily minimum in writing too. It should be a good, relaxed day, one where I'm not rushing around like a headless chicken to do everything on my daily checklist right before I need to be in bed. Good times 07:31 ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |