So, it's been about four and a half months since I posted here.
I think that must be a record.
I changed jobs and moved AGAIN so life's been a little mad, although, since it always seems to be like this, maybe I should just get used to it. I'm now settled (I think) and have no particular plans to go anywhere anytime soon.
I'm not going to make any promises to myself with this new post, I just want to see how it feels to write again. I realised I haven't written creatively in almost a year and that's kind of depressing. I still call myself a writer and a singer but I haven't comitted any real time or effort to either endeavour for a very long time.
Maybe this blog can simply serve as proof that I haven't given up. I've been feeling a little lost lately, not really sure who to be without poetry, or music, or academia, and I want something to show that I am attempting to find the person I want to be again. She's still around, and I'm pretty sure she's just fighting against my inherent laziness to get out.
Until next time.
Friday, 20 January 2012
Friday, 2 September 2011
The Eternal Hiatus
I can never quite seem to keep up with myself, can I?
Thing is, in the last few months, I've changed jobs and moved home. And while my job now leaves me more free time, that free time is much more active. Being alone, although rubbish, is very condusive to creativity. Solitary activities, like this blog, like reading, etc, become more difficult to pursue. I may just be easily distracted but I'm enjoying have a bit of social freedom again and I want to make the most of it. I have a lifetime to read, and expand my cutural horizons, but so few to drink myself stupid on a Saturday night.
It feels difficult to find the time, and inclination to read/write, let alone the inspiration. And to be honest, without the inspiration it feels forced and slightly pointless.
I wish I could promise myself I would write on this more, or even write privately more but it feels empty. I am attempting, however, to reclaim some of my "me-ness" and I suppose I should really include writing and reading in this equation.
Gah. I need more hours in the day.
Thing is, in the last few months, I've changed jobs and moved home. And while my job now leaves me more free time, that free time is much more active. Being alone, although rubbish, is very condusive to creativity. Solitary activities, like this blog, like reading, etc, become more difficult to pursue. I may just be easily distracted but I'm enjoying have a bit of social freedom again and I want to make the most of it. I have a lifetime to read, and expand my cutural horizons, but so few to drink myself stupid on a Saturday night.
It feels difficult to find the time, and inclination to read/write, let alone the inspiration. And to be honest, without the inspiration it feels forced and slightly pointless.
I wish I could promise myself I would write on this more, or even write privately more but it feels empty. I am attempting, however, to reclaim some of my "me-ness" and I suppose I should really include writing and reading in this equation.
Gah. I need more hours in the day.
Thursday, 7 July 2011
The One Deadly Sin of Changing Habits
Came across this brilliant blogger yesterday and thought that this piece in particular definitely applies to me. My mindset when it comes to forming new habits it exactly this: rampant enthiusiasm for about two days, and then complete and utter dimissal.
Hopefully reading posts from this guy will help me to focus on actually forming the habits before I break them!
Zen Habits
Hopefully reading posts from this guy will help me to focus on actually forming the habits before I break them!
Zen Habits
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
The pink stars are falling.
A few nights ago, I finished Under the Dome by Stephen King, a book I’ve wanted to read since it came out. Stephen King is, undoubtedly, a god of science fiction and this book does nothing to dispel that notion.
Under the Dome is, at its heart, a sci-fi human drama story. The inhabitants of a small town in the United States suddenly finds themselves trapped beneath an invisible and impenetrable dome. As the US Army attempts to break through the Dome, those on the inside are panicking, leading to a series of events that no-one could have predicted.
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I haven’t read a lot of Stephen King but, what I have, I love. The Cell I read a few years ago (who doesn’t like the idea of our mobile phones sending us all insane?) and Carrie when I was a teenager. Carrie has stayed with me though. It’s possibly one of the most perfect pieces of fiction ever put together. It’s terrifying, but at the same time, beautiful, and I thought the way he was constantly changing the style and genre throughout was brilliant. The Hollywood film with Sissy Spacek was a startlingly poor adaptation (I actually saw a Sky One two-part version some time before it and that was excellent), especially after all the raving I had heard. I think it’s because of my total love for Carrie as a novel that I am inclined to elevate my expectations of any King book.
Under the Dome was, without question, a tremendous novel. It was epic, scary, full of gore, and with enough dirty cops and politicians to have even the most docile citizen up in arms. And I loved it for all those things. The thing I didn’t love was the length.
It was long. Ridiculously long. Over 900 pages of Stephen King’s depressing dome-y world is enough to bring anybody down. I did enjoy the book, but I really wish it had been shorter. It’s difficult to say if anything could have been omitted because I can’t define what contributed to the sombre and bleak landscape and what didn’t. I am pretty sure, though, that if the book had been shorter I wouldn’t have been so pleased to finish it. Carrie is a tiny slip of a book and I find myself coming back to it again and again. Under the Dome, while technically brilliant, is probably not something I’ll ever pick up again, or even something I would recommend – my friends would laugh at a novel that size.
I enjoyed the novel a lot but Under the Dome has, unfortunately, put me off anymore Stephen King epics. And it’s very likely I’ll be picking up a few more light-hearted reads in the near future.
Under the Dome is, at its heart, a sci-fi human drama story. The inhabitants of a small town in the United States suddenly finds themselves trapped beneath an invisible and impenetrable dome. As the US Army attempts to break through the Dome, those on the inside are panicking, leading to a series of events that no-one could have predicted.
I haven’t read a lot of Stephen King but, what I have, I love. The Cell I read a few years ago (who doesn’t like the idea of our mobile phones sending us all insane?) and Carrie when I was a teenager. Carrie has stayed with me though. It’s possibly one of the most perfect pieces of fiction ever put together. It’s terrifying, but at the same time, beautiful, and I thought the way he was constantly changing the style and genre throughout was brilliant. The Hollywood film with Sissy Spacek was a startlingly poor adaptation (I actually saw a Sky One two-part version some time before it and that was excellent), especially after all the raving I had heard. I think it’s because of my total love for Carrie as a novel that I am inclined to elevate my expectations of any King book.
Under the Dome was, without question, a tremendous novel. It was epic, scary, full of gore, and with enough dirty cops and politicians to have even the most docile citizen up in arms. And I loved it for all those things. The thing I didn’t love was the length.
It was long. Ridiculously long. Over 900 pages of Stephen King’s depressing dome-y world is enough to bring anybody down. I did enjoy the book, but I really wish it had been shorter. It’s difficult to say if anything could have been omitted because I can’t define what contributed to the sombre and bleak landscape and what didn’t. I am pretty sure, though, that if the book had been shorter I wouldn’t have been so pleased to finish it. Carrie is a tiny slip of a book and I find myself coming back to it again and again. Under the Dome, while technically brilliant, is probably not something I’ll ever pick up again, or even something I would recommend – my friends would laugh at a novel that size.
I enjoyed the novel a lot but Under the Dome has, unfortunately, put me off anymore Stephen King epics. And it’s very likely I’ll be picking up a few more light-hearted reads in the near future.
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