Been a while since I last posted. I keep getting reminded by that little statistic thing, that doesn’t alleviate the sadness of the number of views I have per day. Which, by the way, is currently trawling through the infinite number of- zero. All in all I knew this would happen eventually, and I can’t be bothered ‘marketing’ myself. In the end all I want is a pretty good blog, which is aesthetically pleasing and is rich in aspects of my life regardless of how many people read or look at it. The underlying thing is, I’m happy with this.
Right, so I posted manically for the first couple of days of this blog’s birth and then stopped which I admit was my fault. I had no sudden urge to start blogging, and things kept cropping up. Coupled with my general laziness- this blog went into hibernation.
Until now. I will try to warm it up slowly, and post consistently rather than crazily. However, I will keep writing lots and lots of trite waffle, and not decrease my word length even at the expense of your eyes and such because frankly if I’m going to write anything, why not make it a lot? So if you don’t like this, or can’t be bothered. Shove it. I’m not writing this for you, but for me.
Exams fell from the sky and basically exploded into a ball of burning gas. The results, I’m not too happy with and I did mope around silently. Still not had the joy of telling my parents the results, and since report cards will be arriving soon, things can only get worse. I plan on running away from my problems; isolating and pushing myself from them for as long as possible. Here are two often used examples. Is the glass half-empty or half-full? Well, you see, there is no water in the glass. I drunk all the water, from all the glass’ and now can avoid such a nervous and perplexing question. Do you eat the vegetables first or last? Firstly, this is just such a random and obscure question that I had to stop in my tracks, feet suspended in mid-air, when someone asked me that. The look I gave to that person was the look of utter confusion. And whenever I ask other people the exact same question, their faces result in the same expression. Secondly, this question assumes the premise that vegetables are bad things which I disagree. I love most vegetables. They taste like nothing. However they do add more colour to the palette which I thoroughly approve of. My answer is simple and quite almost witty, I throw away the vegetables. Yes. I avoid things like the plague, but enough about my insecurities and weaknesses.
Other news… Trying to find voluntary service in a hospice. Not because I am Mother Theresa incarnate. Wait. She’s not dead yet. Oh well. I’m quite ashamed to admit that I’m not doing it for the reasons that Immanuel Kant would like me to. Although I’m sure once I start to work at whatever hospice or home (Marie Curie?) that I’ll grow to care and love the people. Personally right now, I need to find it to further my application. To university that is. Again, I could’ve minced my words and talked about my aspiration, and future. But lets be perfectly honest, that is the unadulterated and whole truth. Not moral- I know. But! Before you all cast the stone and judge me, I’d like to run a mile away and tell you that every other person is doing it also! Doesn’t make it right, but makes me feel slightly better. Yes, the system here is completely flawed and no I wouldn’t jump of a cliff if all my friends did that also. Don’t be ridiculous.
Writing wise I’ve practically failed! No I haven’t! My local writing group, made up of teenagers (Young Edinburgh Writers), has got the chance to publish an anthology of poetry (and short stories) soon. I’m very happy with that, and all the possibilities of the title and cover has got me restless. My enthusiasm isn’t shared with some of the other members though, especially since half of them aren’t even there but still think they deserve to be in the book. About the seven or eight diehards, around three of them can’t write. Maybe that’s too harsh, they can write- just not very well. Again, put back your stones and hear me out. You see a very large obese person who plans to do the marathon and wants to get first place. Now, inside your hearts, you know it will never happen or the chances are very very slim (no pun intended). It’s the same principle here. Brushing up on my rejected story The Universe Is Singing (which you can read in this blog) for further submission. Critting some work, which will also help me.
Bad news is that I’ve failed Week One of The Bradbury Writing Challenge. Well not failed as such, since I managed to get a magnificent little plot bunny for a longer piece of continuous work from it (think Little Prince). Basically, in the end I didn’t choose Low Fantasy, and opted for Absurdist. Went to the library and borrowed some books, and in the end came up with a story-ish based on Dali called The Marble Beached Whale. I plan to post this much more in detail later on but all you need to know is that I didn’t finish the story… 😦
Getting late. Must finish Catch-22. It’s a beautiful book, but a little stagnant. I love the writing and the style and the individual prose, each chapter is like a little wonderful story but they’re so isolated from other chapters that there is nothing really there to pull it together. Not a real page-turner, hell even the dreaded Twilight books were more a page turner than Mr Heller’s masterpiece…. but saying that would be stupid. I love it. It’s just taken a very very long time to read. I’m about 2/3 into the book and have mostly forgot some of the minor characters, and plot but it’s still a fantastic book though.
EDIT: Yeah. This blog died, died like some pretty poetic ending. I’ll probably get back to it during Summer, but there will be no more blog posts for now. Pleas… don’t all cry at once.
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