Right now, I'm having a time out. Granted, its only because the person I'm time outing from is on holiday, but that's missing the point. Sometimes a relationship can be so good that you miss the little warning signs. Spending time with someone who makes you happy feels good and you want to spend more and more time with them. Before you know it, there's not a day goes by that you haven't met, talked or emailed each other.
Then you realize that this is more than just being friends. And that's when you need the time out.
That's when reality hits.
That's when you have to take a breath. Make a choice, and know that whatever you choose, nothing will be the same from this point forward.
Monday 1 September 2014
You
Do you know how much I love you?
do you even care that I'm losing sleep
because of you.
do you know that I dream of you
too much thinking about you.
if there are things I'm not
supposed to do, I guess obsessing
about you would be one of those.
do you know that I have fallen
out of love with my wife
because of you.
do you know that I dream of you
too many thoughts of you.
if there were just two things my
brain was allowed to think, thinking
about you would be one of those.
Sept 2014
Tuesday 4 March 2014
Fast Writing
So my writing buddies and I thought it would be a good idea to try fast writing. You know, you think of a topic for 3 minutes, outline it for another 3 and then blast as much down on the page as you can in the remaining 10 minutes. We spent the first 2 minutes making coffee; the next 7 looking for the packet of biscuits David was certain he'd brought; and the remaining 6 minutes arguing about who forgot to switch the coffee machine on at the socket and where the hell were the mugs?
Duly fuelled, we decided that our approach needed a little work.
It's amazing how much procrastination actually occurs when you put a bunch of writers in the same room. We improved our coffee making skills though - no longer will they laugh when I degas the coffee before switching on the machine!
Ad yes, we found the biscuits. On top of the refrigerator, because that's where you leave stuff, right?
And the fast writing? We ran out of time.....
Duly fuelled, we decided that our approach needed a little work.
It's amazing how much procrastination actually occurs when you put a bunch of writers in the same room. We improved our coffee making skills though - no longer will they laugh when I degas the coffee before switching on the machine!
Ad yes, we found the biscuits. On top of the refrigerator, because that's where you leave stuff, right?
And the fast writing? We ran out of time.....
Monday 20 January 2014
Hmm, so..
kinda wrote myself into a corner and now trying to figure a way out. My short story is currently languishing in the "to sort" pile. This pile is probably the largest of all, which is saying something. The "this might make a good story" pile is a close second. Although when I think about it the "here's one I started earlier" pile, probably dwarfs these two by some considerable measure.
The fact is I love to write and the number of stories that line up in my brain, fighting for their right to be told, has the ability to turn me insane. The truth is although I love to write, I have to write.
Soooooooo.....
Back to the notebooks. One more rewrite, one more time.
There's this girl. This woman. Her name is Sally. And I think I'm falling in love with her.
The fact is I love to write and the number of stories that line up in my brain, fighting for their right to be told, has the ability to turn me insane. The truth is although I love to write, I have to write.
Soooooooo.....
Back to the notebooks. One more rewrite, one more time.
There's this girl. This woman. Her name is Sally. And I think I'm falling in love with her.
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