It feels half real and half not.
Dream like isn't the right term. The fight to not disappear is there, just part of me will be gone for a little while.
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Writing
'Blocked writers tear out their hair, turn to drink and go noisily mad, all of which are dramatic; the image of someone busily tapping on a keyboard is not. Furthermore, blocked writers always want to go off to a secluded cabin or beach house or snowed-in hotel, where something terrible will inevitably happen ("Secret Window," "Bag of Bones" and, of course, "The Shining" -- all based on works by Stephen King, who seems way too prolific to have ever wrestled with block himself)...
While overwrought, such scenarios have a subjective truth; the stakes fuel the block. Some of the most famously "blocked" writers, such as Samuel Taylor Coleridge, wrote reams of stuff -- just not the stuff they thought they ought to be writing. It's amazing what you can get done when you believe you're shirking some other, more important enterprise.
That's what every blocked writer really needs: something more significant they should be doing instead, an earth-shaking, life-changing project you're stealing time from to work on this little novel. Or the great novel you ought to be drafting while you knock off your memoir just for fun. Granted, inventing such a decoy project and convincing yourself that you may actually get around to it someday requires a bold and sustained act of imagination. But that's what writers do, isn't it -- make stuff up?'
http://www.salon.com/books/writing/index.html?story=/books/laura_miller/2011/03/21/curing_writers_block
While overwrought, such scenarios have a subjective truth; the stakes fuel the block. Some of the most famously "blocked" writers, such as Samuel Taylor Coleridge, wrote reams of stuff -- just not the stuff they thought they ought to be writing. It's amazing what you can get done when you believe you're shirking some other, more important enterprise.
That's what every blocked writer really needs: something more significant they should be doing instead, an earth-shaking, life-changing project you're stealing time from to work on this little novel. Or the great novel you ought to be drafting while you knock off your memoir just for fun. Granted, inventing such a decoy project and convincing yourself that you may actually get around to it someday requires a bold and sustained act of imagination. But that's what writers do, isn't it -- make stuff up?'
http://www.salon.com/books/writing/index.html?story=/books/laura_miller/2011/03/21/curing_writers_block
Monday, 21 March 2011
The patronise of it all
After discussions over my writing, it has come to my attention how many of my blog posts may be taken in a patronising way.
To be bold and say what you really think, to say you will be happy regardless, to make your choices, as long as you are happy, can all come across as 'I'll do this, so what'. And fair enough, if that is how you feel, of course that's cool because it is what you believe. I suppose my discussion towards the matter is, how often do you really need to say, 'of course there are always exceptions', or 'always give the benefit of the doubt?'.
Are we always going to have to explain ourselves?
In searching the news today, I came across the article below:
'So what makes people tell sick jokes about terrible disasters?'
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-12775389
There will always be touchy subjects, but all that makes them touchy are the responses we give to them. A subject to one, means nothing to another. My natural response to nearly everything at the moment is, 'if I were to die tomorrow, I would not care'. I am sure you can sense that from postings I have made over the past week. The alternative is, what is important to one, is not to another-but we have to respect their views and bear them in mind. To be shunned is quite rude, people balance I would say is priority. Everybody has their differences. On the one hand, it is adjusting to the unknown-change, whatever that may be, is a shock to the system and we have to learn to adapt, and most of all, accept. Things just, unfortunately are out of our control. Perhaps that is the hardest part.
How much can we really control in our lives? A self battle may have it's worth in the long run, but in the short term, I can't see it benefiting self. Though, without the short term, the long term wouldn't exist either. It seems we shall never win...
"People who have only good experiences aren't very interesting. They may be content, and happy after a fashion, but they aren't very deep. It may seem a misfortune now, and it makes things difficult, but well--it's easy to feel all the happy, simple stuff. Not that happiness is necessarily simple. But I don't think you're going to have a life like that, and I think you'll be the better for it. The difficult thing is to not be overwhelmed by the bad patches. You must not let them defeat you. You must see them as a gift--a cruel gift, but a gift nonetheless."
— Peter Cameron (Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You)
http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/110982.Peter_Cameron
Until you read an article like this. Of course words taken from the above may seem a bit harsh to those who can place hand on heart, and say they enjoy their life because, well, they have avoided lets just say, a tragedy-whatever that may be. Also today, an associate viewed on their facebook status words to the effect of, 'I want bad things to happen to me just so I can have some stories-life is boring!'. And what does that say about us, of course we always wish for what we do not know too well or do not have or possess. Regardless of those facts, I suppose we are winning all the time, most of the day we just don't know it yet. A phrase that has come to my attention today is, 'think for today, because then tomorrow will look after itself'. How much explanation should we really give that!? To exhaust is a bother, so take it as you wish...
To be bold and say what you really think, to say you will be happy regardless, to make your choices, as long as you are happy, can all come across as 'I'll do this, so what'. And fair enough, if that is how you feel, of course that's cool because it is what you believe. I suppose my discussion towards the matter is, how often do you really need to say, 'of course there are always exceptions', or 'always give the benefit of the doubt?'.
Are we always going to have to explain ourselves?
In searching the news today, I came across the article below:
'So what makes people tell sick jokes about terrible disasters?'
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-12775389
There will always be touchy subjects, but all that makes them touchy are the responses we give to them. A subject to one, means nothing to another. My natural response to nearly everything at the moment is, 'if I were to die tomorrow, I would not care'. I am sure you can sense that from postings I have made over the past week. The alternative is, what is important to one, is not to another-but we have to respect their views and bear them in mind. To be shunned is quite rude, people balance I would say is priority. Everybody has their differences. On the one hand, it is adjusting to the unknown-change, whatever that may be, is a shock to the system and we have to learn to adapt, and most of all, accept. Things just, unfortunately are out of our control. Perhaps that is the hardest part.
How much can we really control in our lives? A self battle may have it's worth in the long run, but in the short term, I can't see it benefiting self. Though, without the short term, the long term wouldn't exist either. It seems we shall never win...
"People who have only good experiences aren't very interesting. They may be content, and happy after a fashion, but they aren't very deep. It may seem a misfortune now, and it makes things difficult, but well--it's easy to feel all the happy, simple stuff. Not that happiness is necessarily simple. But I don't think you're going to have a life like that, and I think you'll be the better for it. The difficult thing is to not be overwhelmed by the bad patches. You must not let them defeat you. You must see them as a gift--a cruel gift, but a gift nonetheless."
— Peter Cameron (Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You)
http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/110982.Peter_Cameron
Until you read an article like this. Of course words taken from the above may seem a bit harsh to those who can place hand on heart, and say they enjoy their life because, well, they have avoided lets just say, a tragedy-whatever that may be. Also today, an associate viewed on their facebook status words to the effect of, 'I want bad things to happen to me just so I can have some stories-life is boring!'. And what does that say about us, of course we always wish for what we do not know too well or do not have or possess. Regardless of those facts, I suppose we are winning all the time, most of the day we just don't know it yet. A phrase that has come to my attention today is, 'think for today, because then tomorrow will look after itself'. How much explanation should we really give that!? To exhaust is a bother, so take it as you wish...
Friday, 18 March 2011
Loving the world again
Of course it is Friday, and most people on this particular day have an extra kick in their step; the impending excitement of the weekend, for one to flee from work and enjoy their 'me' time.
But today isn't just about being Friday for me, that is only the coincidence. For last night I was surrounded by lovely people, telling stories and hearing some too. All we need is a little reminder from others, to, in essence show us and make us realise why it is good to be alive. We know it is good to be alive of course, but to really appreciate that we have so much out there to play with and experience. It is absolutely amazing!
Yes of course it may sound a little extreme, but when you are able to have that moment with yourself, and truly believe that life is flipping good, please bloody savour it!
Hug those around you that you wish to hug, even if they don't hug you back. And reach to those who seem so closed, because there will be a reason why they won't switch off.
Tell the world your secrets, they will make all smile. Everything makes a story, and those stories make your life.
But today isn't just about being Friday for me, that is only the coincidence. For last night I was surrounded by lovely people, telling stories and hearing some too. All we need is a little reminder from others, to, in essence show us and make us realise why it is good to be alive. We know it is good to be alive of course, but to really appreciate that we have so much out there to play with and experience. It is absolutely amazing!
Yes of course it may sound a little extreme, but when you are able to have that moment with yourself, and truly believe that life is flipping good, please bloody savour it!
Hug those around you that you wish to hug, even if they don't hug you back. And reach to those who seem so closed, because there will be a reason why they won't switch off.
Tell the world your secrets, they will make all smile. Everything makes a story, and those stories make your life.
Lyrics of the day
It's a little bit funny
This feeling inside.
I'm not one of those who can
Easily hide.
I don't have much money
But boy if I did
I'd buy I big house where
We both could live.
So excuse me forgetting
But these things I do.
See I've forgotten if
They're green or they're blue.
Anyway the thing is...
What I really mean...
Yours are the sweetest eyes
I've ever seen.
And you can tell everybody
This is your song.
It maybe quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
Now you're in the world.
If I was a sculptor
But then again no.
Or a girl who makes potions in
A travelling show.
I know it's not much but
It's the best I can do.
My gift is my song and
This one's for you.
Oh...
And you can tell everybody
This is your song.
It maybe quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
Now you're in the world
This feeling inside.
I'm not one of those who can
Easily hide.
I don't have much money
But boy if I did
I'd buy I big house where
We both could live.
So excuse me forgetting
But these things I do.
See I've forgotten if
They're green or they're blue.
Anyway the thing is...
What I really mean...
Yours are the sweetest eyes
I've ever seen.
And you can tell everybody
This is your song.
It maybe quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
Now you're in the world.
If I was a sculptor
But then again no.
Or a girl who makes potions in
A travelling show.
I know it's not much but
It's the best I can do.
My gift is my song and
This one's for you.
Oh...
And you can tell everybody
This is your song.
It maybe quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
Now you're in the world
Thursday, 17 March 2011
Train on a track
'Life is precious because it is life, not because it is human life or wealthy life or educated life or young life -- but because it is life...
The fear, pain, and grief of the thousands of people is unimaginable. We learn from this tragedy once again that the life we awaken to each morning may well be completely different by the end of the day. We kid ourselves by telling ourselves that we are in charge of the length of our lifetime. We are not. We must treat each day, as well as every person dear to us, as a gift...
We are truly learning an enormous cosmic truth: We are one...
Put your soul to work.'
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/caroline-myss/japan-earthquake_b_836540.html
The fear, pain, and grief of the thousands of people is unimaginable. We learn from this tragedy once again that the life we awaken to each morning may well be completely different by the end of the day. We kid ourselves by telling ourselves that we are in charge of the length of our lifetime. We are not. We must treat each day, as well as every person dear to us, as a gift...
We are truly learning an enormous cosmic truth: We are one...
Put your soul to work.'
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/caroline-myss/japan-earthquake_b_836540.html
Lyrics of the day take two
Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come
And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come
And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
Because here they come
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run
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