According to ground-breaking new studies, leaving one's dwelling at least once every 24-hour rotation helps maintain sanity.
Scientists say further researcher is needed to verify findings.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Manage your secrets
I want to be a writer, or an artist. I want to be, but I'm worried that I can't, because I have too many secrets. I used to wish that I was the kind of artist who naturally wanted (or could) paint soft watercolors of nature scenes, the felluca bobbing up and down gently with Nile water lapping at its side and a clear blue sky overhead...
I don't want that anymore. You can't write about what you want to write about. I don't think so. You write about what you have to write about, what you must deal with. The things you face. The things you are struggling with.
It feels like the laptop is burning my legs with its heat. It's not a good feeling.
So, what? Adopt some kind of pen name? Self-censor? Selectively show pieces to close friends only? Stick to cooking instead, which is much less likely to lead to persecution? Or shed my secrets? Or none of the above: write sporadically and wait for a solution to present itself?
I don't want that anymore. You can't write about what you want to write about. I don't think so. You write about what you have to write about, what you must deal with. The things you face. The things you are struggling with.
It feels like the laptop is burning my legs with its heat. It's not a good feeling.
So, what? Adopt some kind of pen name? Self-censor? Selectively show pieces to close friends only? Stick to cooking instead, which is much less likely to lead to persecution? Or shed my secrets? Or none of the above: write sporadically and wait for a solution to present itself?
Sunday, April 06, 2008
My writing sucks... (lately)
Hi, internet world. I'm not writing much these days. And obviously I haven't blogged in a while, as usual. Everytime I type up a little post, a few lines or even a full paragraph, I pause and think that it reveals too much, or that nobody really will be all that interested.
I'm not writing because the past few times when I write, I feel it is so bad, that I really should stop. That why, why am I writing, when it is so bad. Even though I want to write. I don't really feel healthy not writing. I think writing is good for me. But I come to put blue-inked pen to plain white paper and it's not like it was in my head. It's like a really really bad pop song, except worse, because it makes no sense and it doesn't even rhyme. Now I've read a few writing books. I know the general advice. Not to be so concerned with the end result. To cultivate writing as a practice akin to meditation. But I just can't bring myself to do it with these kinds of results.
Ok, I will post this now. I have to get off the internet. And I have to stop half-writing posts and not publishing them.
I'm not writing because the past few times when I write, I feel it is so bad, that I really should stop. That why, why am I writing, when it is so bad. Even though I want to write. I don't really feel healthy not writing. I think writing is good for me. But I come to put blue-inked pen to plain white paper and it's not like it was in my head. It's like a really really bad pop song, except worse, because it makes no sense and it doesn't even rhyme. Now I've read a few writing books. I know the general advice. Not to be so concerned with the end result. To cultivate writing as a practice akin to meditation. But I just can't bring myself to do it with these kinds of results.
Ok, I will post this now. I have to get off the internet. And I have to stop half-writing posts and not publishing them.
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