i stayed home from work yesterday to lie around on my couch, feeling less than my best. it started the night before, i woke up around 9:30 feeling awful. i had fallen asleep at 8:00, prepared to wake at 2:00 a.m, but instead woke at 9:30 with a unpleasantly warm stomach. the odd feeling of sea-sickness would have made sense if my sheets had begun to set sail, and my bed had suddenly taken to the ocean. in all actuality, i suppose it was the funnel cake and lemonade that had subsituted my plans for a ravioli dinner.
otherwise, i enjoyed my unintentional long weekend. it was a good balance of being completely productive, yet doing nothing at all.
i'm hating this writer's block. i'm sure by about this time, most would resort to speaking of things that happened before, and for a second i was almost tempted to write about my father on father's day. i just don't think i can touch the tip of that iceberg without writing a novel. now, when i write about struggles in my past i feel like i'm digging up skeletons in my closet, and that they should be left in the dust and darkness. i'm not in denial, i just feel like other things are more significant in my life now. granted, those things made me what i am today, but i coming to realize most occurences in my past should stay there.
i've begun to mentally box away memories and put them away. there is a reason why they remain memories, and nothing more.
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1 year ago
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I can see a vein of kinship. It's like when you meet someone and they want to find the world you're in and you think there's so much they don't know, so much you could say that would help them understand you just a bit more. But then you think that you're you now and that's what matters.
I hear you - I find that my entries have gotten longer and longer ever since I started blogging about relationships (with friends, family, boys). Granted, most of these are still in my present, but if I tried to blog about the skeletons in my closet, I'd probably get carpel tunnel.
Hey Tangi.
I haven't dealt with writer's block for the past year. I think I don't believe in it anymore. You have to push yourself, or go outside of your comfort zone & find what inspires you. An example; I stumbled on 'Plum blossoms & the moon' art by a Japanese artist, and it had my imagination reeling. I incoroprated it in the current story I'm writing. As well, today I listened (for the first time) to Nina Simone's 'Ain't got no/I got life' & it just propulsed the story even further.
Also, I reccomend watching good movies, reading good books & articles that are SO good, you are envious that you haven't written them! That always gets me in a competitive 'I can do that too, even better' mood. I respect it, but it motivates me.
Finally, Phillip Pullman (he wrote the dark materials; the golden compass, the sheathed knife & the amber silverglass) said that writer's block doesn't exist. If a carpenter doesn't have carpenter's block, then neither will he. lol.
He also reccomended to write EVERY day, regularly, for a couple hours. Even when you don't feel like it. Do it.
It puts you in habit, and writing gets easier & easier.
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