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orinoco77This is going to be a thought-stream. Well, probably not, because I'll anal-retentively have to edit it afterwards, but still, pretty close.
I've started another short story, but I can't seem to get the motivation going to finish the damn thing. It starts well. I know it starts well. I even know where I want to go with it, it's just having the enthusiasm, patience and confidence to finish it.
At work I've done virtually nothing for weeks. This is not a good thing, since I've got god knows how many projects to do. I'm having serious problems with lethargy, apathy and, for want of a better word, giving a fuck. I don't know what I need, I haven't the faintest clue, but something needs to be different. :(
This sounds like a melancholy post, but it isn't really. I'm not sad about any of the above, I'm just terribly, terribly bored. I'm not sure I can remember a time when I wasn't.
Just had a phone call from my Mum while I've been writing this. Little Oliver left my book at the caravan by accident, and got his mum to drive the 200 miles back there to get it last weekend. I'm beginning to really love that kid :). In the act of retrieval the book ended up being shown to yet more people, all of whom have come to the same conclusion. Apparently I have no choice in the matter. I will be a writer. Mum is determined to get me back into education, and she's earmarked Edge Hill College (coincidentally the place she and my Dad went to) as somewhere close that does an M.A. in creative writing. Curiously good timing. Perhaps I'll finish that short story after all.
Great, now I'm totally confused. :P
I've started another short story, but I can't seem to get the motivation going to finish the damn thing. It starts well. I know it starts well. I even know where I want to go with it, it's just having the enthusiasm, patience and confidence to finish it.
At work I've done virtually nothing for weeks. This is not a good thing, since I've got god knows how many projects to do. I'm having serious problems with lethargy, apathy and, for want of a better word, giving a fuck. I don't know what I need, I haven't the faintest clue, but something needs to be different. :(
This sounds like a melancholy post, but it isn't really. I'm not sad about any of the above, I'm just terribly, terribly bored. I'm not sure I can remember a time when I wasn't.
Just had a phone call from my Mum while I've been writing this. Little Oliver left my book at the caravan by accident, and got his mum to drive the 200 miles back there to get it last weekend. I'm beginning to really love that kid :). In the act of retrieval the book ended up being shown to yet more people, all of whom have come to the same conclusion. Apparently I have no choice in the matter. I will be a writer. Mum is determined to get me back into education, and she's earmarked Edge Hill College (coincidentally the place she and my Dad went to) as somewhere close that does an M.A. in creative writing. Curiously good timing. Perhaps I'll finish that short story after all.
Great, now I'm totally confused. :P