30/12/2010

Resolution

Heh, these are my new years resolutions:
  • Write things down more - memory's not what it used to be
  • Stop blow drying my hair
  • Stick to one brand of anything for at least three months
  • Write a new book
  • Paint more
  • Take a photo everyday - 365 memories
  • Drop a dress size
  • No more caffeine
  • Buy less handbags
  • Become less lazy :D
  • To be really and truly inspired
I only had one new year's resolution for 2010 because I had little expectation of myself. I did do it though. I did finish a book. 

But now, 'it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me and I'm feeling good'. 
 -Anthony Newley and Leslie Bricusse (1965 musical The Roar of the Greasepaint—the Smell of the Crowd)


15/12/2010

hahah.

Writing this as I watch an old Bowie concert. Longest guitar solo ever. Nj. Its been going on for ages.

EDIT: It's still going. I'm not a guitar. I can't sing along. :(

12/12/2010

Eight months later.

Lol. It really doesn't feel like eight months since I finished my first novel. This year has gone by so fast. I think that's enough of letting it rot. I will fix it. I will make it better.

Even if I die trying.

Ha, I'm even tallking in clichés! xD

09/12/2010

Procrastination

I write a 'helluvalot' of blogs I just never post them.

I think its interesting; reading over the shit I want people to know and then the shit I want to tell people but never have the balls to post.

Lulz.

05/12/2010

Inspired

This has me completely inspired:
http://www.kalebnation.com/blog/2010/12/04/things-i-have-learned-as-an-author/

I've never read his books but I have been subscribed to his blog for years. I guess he's my inspiration. He was teenage writer and now he's a published author.

Honestly, I want writing to be my full time career. I want it to be my north, south, east and west. I want it to be my working week and sunday rest. I want it to be my sun, my moon, my stars and sky. I want it to always be on my mind and in my dreams.

If this is passion, I feel it. I feel it in my heart and I feel in my blood. I feel it in every muscle and limb. I feel it in my eyes. I want to gorge them out and put them back in, just so I can write the experience.

I want to forget about everything, everyone. I want to forget what day it is, what date it is. I want to forget to eat, forget to shower, forget to socialise. Forget about being cold or warm. I want to forget basic human needs, just so I can write for the rest of my life.

I don't care about tomorrow or yesterday. I don't care about beauty, or art or anything visual. I don't need my eyes to see. Because in writing, there is nothing to see but mere words on a page.

This is what my life will be, someday. Writing is what I love and someday, it's all I'll ever need.

04/12/2010

Memento Vivere

Current Reading: The Book Thief - Markus Zusak
Current Music: Let Go - Frou Frou
Mood: Opinionated; Planning world domination.
Smells: Cold air; coal
Sounds: iTunes
Temperature: 0°C; feels like -4°C
Thoughts: We can never get enough of the world.


I painted this for you.