I'm feeling good today:
1. It's the end of the week.
2. My hair did exactly what I wanted it to on the first go this morning.
3. I secured tickets to the Foo Fighters' one-night-only concert at Earls Court in London in December, after repeatedly punching the hang-up and redial buttons for 40 minutes.
4. Tomorrow I'm meeting my best friend from school, who I haven't seen for about two years. We're meeting in the town I used to work in, most likely in the pub where I had my 18th birthday party. I am so excited!
Friday, August 12
Thursday, August 11
I Heart My Bloke
... for lots of reasons, but yesterday he bought me an iPod! A cute silver mini one, which I love already. I am now officially cool. I downloaded my first song (My Doorbell by White Stripes, incidentally -- see earlier post) while watching the pilot episode of Lost, which premiered here in the UK last night. Looks like it's going to be good!
In writing news, I've altered the relations of the two main female characters of my new idea. Literally just a page of scribble (once again, while I was in the bathroom -- what is it with me?). So far all of this is just idea and scribble. I don't think I'll actually start writing anything for at least the next couple of weeks, when I'll (hopefully) be settled in the new house.
We signed our contract yesterday. No going back now, unless I want to pay a hefty penalty! Guess that means I am stuck with the guy who buys me an iPod for no reason. Dammit... :)
In writing news, I've altered the relations of the two main female characters of my new idea. Literally just a page of scribble (once again, while I was in the bathroom -- what is it with me?). So far all of this is just idea and scribble. I don't think I'll actually start writing anything for at least the next couple of weeks, when I'll (hopefully) be settled in the new house.
We signed our contract yesterday. No going back now, unless I want to pay a hefty penalty! Guess that means I am stuck with the guy who buys me an iPod for no reason. Dammit... :)
Tuesday, August 9
ANOTHER One
So I've had another idea. I think it's a good one, too. At least, I feel like it could be. Obviously I don't know until I start it!
At the moment it doesn't seem to have a defined plot, but I have four solid characters, all of whom I am seeing pretty clearly. I know my plot will develop out of what they decide to do, and I do have a vague idea of how the book will start and how it will finish, so I guess it's a case of letting them tell their stories.
Now if only I had more time and energy to start it!
At the moment it doesn't seem to have a defined plot, but I have four solid characters, all of whom I am seeing pretty clearly. I know my plot will develop out of what they decide to do, and I do have a vague idea of how the book will start and how it will finish, so I guess it's a case of letting them tell their stories.
Now if only I had more time and energy to start it!
Sunday, August 7
Oh Daddy...
So, we went to MK. I bought a couple of things, but not much. I'm trying to be frugal, but at least I got an idea of what's available where and for how much.
Moving is now a day closer, and we did more packing today. China, glasses, the rest of the CDs and DVDs. We also spent the better part of two or three hours splitting up all the photographs. Tough job. It made me think about my Dad a lot this afternoon and evening. He passed away just over 4 years ago now.
Life is weird. You're born, you do things, then one day it ends. I remember occasionally thinking, "Then what's the point of ever doing anything?" -- not because I was depressed, but simply because sometimes the whole cycle didn't seen to make sense. (This usually happened when I was quite young.) I guess all any of us are doing is passing time.
But I've realized that you should still think carefully about how you want to pass your time. It could last quite a long time. And by the end, it would be nice to have something to show for your time, something you've left behind, people that remember you, memories that you could replay and be fond of, if there were some sort of retrospective of your life in a theatre up in the clouds.
"Life is too short" is a trite and over-used phrase, but is it ever true. It's entirely possible to receive a phone call one day and find that someone -- a whole part of your life -- will be no more. Why bother passing your time sitting on the sofa watching repeats of TV shows you never liked that much anyway, when you could write words that will last after you're gone, write music that will play without you, leave wisdom with people who'll remember your name (if not your face), leave behind people you made who would never have existed if you'd never felt a heated connection with someone at some point, and give friends, family, partners, and past loves memories and moments that they'll use to lighten their darker moments.
Life is short, and life is tough, but life is worth it.
Moving is now a day closer, and we did more packing today. China, glasses, the rest of the CDs and DVDs. We also spent the better part of two or three hours splitting up all the photographs. Tough job. It made me think about my Dad a lot this afternoon and evening. He passed away just over 4 years ago now.
Life is weird. You're born, you do things, then one day it ends. I remember occasionally thinking, "Then what's the point of ever doing anything?" -- not because I was depressed, but simply because sometimes the whole cycle didn't seen to make sense. (This usually happened when I was quite young.) I guess all any of us are doing is passing time.
But I've realized that you should still think carefully about how you want to pass your time. It could last quite a long time. And by the end, it would be nice to have something to show for your time, something you've left behind, people that remember you, memories that you could replay and be fond of, if there were some sort of retrospective of your life in a theatre up in the clouds.
"Life is too short" is a trite and over-used phrase, but is it ever true. It's entirely possible to receive a phone call one day and find that someone -- a whole part of your life -- will be no more. Why bother passing your time sitting on the sofa watching repeats of TV shows you never liked that much anyway, when you could write words that will last after you're gone, write music that will play without you, leave wisdom with people who'll remember your name (if not your face), leave behind people you made who would never have existed if you'd never felt a heated connection with someone at some point, and give friends, family, partners, and past loves memories and moments that they'll use to lighten their darker moments.
Life is short, and life is tough, but life is worth it.
Saturday, August 6
I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
Well, I'm not really. I just get the 'Doorbell' song by the White Stripes stuck in my head every time I hear it!
But I suppose I will be thinking about my doorbell in less than 2 weeks: we've received our moving date, and it's the Thursday after next. We've packed some things already, and are going to get more done this weekend. Today we're going to Milton Keynes (my sister has to get a present for a friend, we both want new clothes...) where I'm looking forward to browsing the homewares sections of the department stores.
As such, writing time is few and far between at the moment, but the enthusiasm is thankfully still bubbling away. Hopefully it still will be when I get some time to spend on it.
But I suppose I will be thinking about my doorbell in less than 2 weeks: we've received our moving date, and it's the Thursday after next. We've packed some things already, and are going to get more done this weekend. Today we're going to Milton Keynes (my sister has to get a present for a friend, we both want new clothes...) where I'm looking forward to browsing the homewares sections of the department stores.
As such, writing time is few and far between at the moment, but the enthusiasm is thankfully still bubbling away. Hopefully it still will be when I get some time to spend on it.
Monday, August 1
A Weird Day
Mondays are weird. I felt fine this morning but was on the edge of moody up until about 5pm. My computer was too slow, my trousers were too black, the pavement was too rough, people were too annoying... Then all of a sudden I felt better.
Not quite sure why this was. But am glad I'm not feeling as moody now. I got down some more notes on my new idea last night, and think I've figured out the crux of the drama. This story is more of a thriller than anything I've thought of before, and I do love to read thrillers, so I'm hoping that writing it will be fun.
In other news, we've heard that we could be moving by next weekend. Not sure this is quite possible, but I'm not complaining. I'll be relieved when it's all over!
Been thinking about the past lots today. I wonder if that's why I've been in such an odd mood. There are a lot of things I miss about being a teenager, but equally (and obviously) a lot that I don't. Family life for me was pretty rocky back then, and there's a lot of stuff I'd rather never happened, but I sometimes wish I could grab back a bit of who I used to be back then. I used to sit up at night just looking at the stars. I'd find beauty in a single daisy on the lawn. Every feeling I had was immense and important and life-changing and movie-like. Sometimes I wish I could still be like that. Is it me or does adulthood make you cynical?
Not quite sure why this was. But am glad I'm not feeling as moody now. I got down some more notes on my new idea last night, and think I've figured out the crux of the drama. This story is more of a thriller than anything I've thought of before, and I do love to read thrillers, so I'm hoping that writing it will be fun.
In other news, we've heard that we could be moving by next weekend. Not sure this is quite possible, but I'm not complaining. I'll be relieved when it's all over!
Been thinking about the past lots today. I wonder if that's why I've been in such an odd mood. There are a lot of things I miss about being a teenager, but equally (and obviously) a lot that I don't. Family life for me was pretty rocky back then, and there's a lot of stuff I'd rather never happened, but I sometimes wish I could grab back a bit of who I used to be back then. I used to sit up at night just looking at the stars. I'd find beauty in a single daisy on the lawn. Every feeling I had was immense and important and life-changing and movie-like. Sometimes I wish I could still be like that. Is it me or does adulthood make you cynical?
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