Dear Blog Friends,
I am moving house! I’ve been contemplating it for quite a while now. I’ve been working on a food-related project and I just thought it would be smarter to merge my writing project and my blog together.
For everyone who have been to visit and for those who have joined me on my writing journey, please keep in touch. Please leave me a little message on the contact page so I can tell you where I’ve moved to. I’d love for you to keep visiting! I’m really pleased about the move because I feel like I’m moving in the direction I was really meant to move in the first place. I feel like I’m no longer lost in England!
Thank you for coming to visit!
I’ve declared (whether officially or unofficially, although I think the little doodad — a current favourite word — on the right hand side of my blog makes it sort of official, doesn’t it?) that I have committed to writing one post a week for 2012.
I’ve done the post a day challenge last year and it wasn’t the easiest of things to do. I think the words simply don’t flow when you try too hard to be creative. I needed the structure and the discipline that posting every single day created so that I could write. But I discovered that if I really wanted to I could write; that to me is an amazing reassurance.
I think the key to writing is to allow the ideas to flow and to brew in your head so that they are able to come out in a steady stream. The only way to do that is to ease the pressure. So that’s what I’m doing this year. The goal is still to blog as often as possible, to write as much as I can so that my writing style does, eventually, evolve into something that is uniquely mine, and to write so that when people read what I’ve wrote, it sounds like me and not an amalgamation of my favourite authors’ writing styles. But I’m removing the pressure factor and taking my foot off the pedal. I’m allowing myself the structure of setting the quota of one post a week so that I have a little wriggle room and I don’t feel so pressured into churning things out. I rather like the idea that my blog entries are finessed out of me rather than beaten out of me by the writing taskmaster!
So there it is.
I am writing a post a week for 2011. And, funnily enough, I think I’m writing more than that.
To quote Martha Stewart, that is a good thing!
I haven’t really written anything worth talking about in a very long time. I think it was because after Post A Day 2011 finished, I lost the drive to write everyday…I stopped thinking about things to write about. Don’t get me wrong. I still wake up every morning thinking about what I should write about. I still feel that awful gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach when the day ends and I haven’t written anything on the blog.
I’ve got so many ideas about what I want to write about but everytime I start, I can’t seem to find the words, as if my thoughts won’t translate into anything sensible. Then I grow frustrated and switch off the computer.
So I’m writing down my frustration. I’m writing down that I’m unable to write anything sensible. I’m writing down something for the sake of writing something down in the hope that this might kickstart a writing frenzy or at least entice the writing muses to come back and play with me.
I’ve still got my writing projects to start on! Maybe I’m not blogging because my subconscious knows I should be working on my writing projects. Hmmm. Really, that’s just an excuse.
I should really be writing more.
So Postaday2011 is finished…or at least 2011 has been and gone.
It’s been an amazing year for me, in terms of blogging. I feel a sense of achievement. I’m not sure if I missed a day–I hope I haven’t, but that isn’t the biggest consideration. Blogging has become a habit, maybe even a compulsion, in the same way that writing used to be something that was my thing. I remember carrying around a notebook that I scribbled on, constantly. I used to fancy myself as a writer, a poet, and I was proud of my rhymeless poems. Somewhere along the way, I lost that compulsion to write. I lost that desire to write down my thoughts.
I don’t know if my writing has changed at all, or if it has evolved. But at least I’m writing and that’s what’s important. The writing will improve, the style will evolve, my voice will emerge.
Will I still write everyday, you ask. I will try.
And so, another year of writing begins!
In a perfect world, I could just sit in front of my laptop and just tap away. In a perfect world, I could walk around the city and find a quiet coffee shop and just scribble away. In a perfect world, I would be paid to read books, write about them, or write them.
I’ve always wanted to write. I remember I started writing a journal when I was 9. I wrote my first school play then. I had a journal that I religiously wrote in. Every day. When I was in high school, when people didn’t like me because I spoke English all the time, I retreated to pen and a brown Hello Kitty notebook. I wrote poems that didn’t rhyme. I wrote my thoughts down. I wrote to understand my feelings and I wrote so I could cope with the rejection and the pained angst that only a thirteen year old could feel.
When I was lonely, I retreated to my first friends. Books. They took me away. They entertained me. They made me laugh. They taught me things. The summer I turned fifteen, I wrote my first book. I stayed in that summer because I was nursing a broken heart because that year my grandfather died. I retreated into a world that I created in a composition notebook so that I wouldn’t really have to think about it. My little sister found the notebook years later and she read it. She said it was good.
When I was a teenager, religiously pouring through the pages of Seventeen magazine, I wanted to work for a fashion magazine. I wanted to write for a fashion magazine. I knew I wasn’t fashion-forward enough to put the clothes and the fashion-y things together. But I knew my words and I knew I could put them together well enough. Oh to be young again, and to be that confident, eh? If I’m going to allow myself to be honest, in my heart of hearts, I still probably want to do that. That’s probably why I loved watching that reality TV show Running In Heels.
I wish I were as brave as I was when I was fifteen. I’ve had a lot of starts. I’ve had a lot of story outlines written. But I’ve never really finished anything. Maybe because who I am as a writer has been diluted by everything I’ve read. Maybe because I’ve allowed myself to be distracted and awed by the myriad of authors whose writing amazes me.
In a perfect world, people would pay to read the things that I write so that I could write for a living. In a perfect world, I am able to write my words down and finish telling my stories.
I have finally decided not to join NaNoWriMo. I’ve been dithering about it. I’ve got so many ideas and in my head, 2000 words a night would be definitely possible. If I had healthy wrists. I’ve had my steroid injection to reduce the swelling in my wrist tendon and hopefully, in 6 weeks, when I go back and have the right wrist done. So with a heavy heart, I’ve decided to not indulge this year. But definitely next year. Definitely!
My wrists really need rest. So I’m going to try to take the rest of the week off. I’ll jot down notes about my thoughts during the week so that I can try to catch up on the weekend.
“Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision
that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and
innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory
capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathize with humans
whose experiences we have never shared.”
I am a fan of J.K. Rowling and have never been ashamed to say it. To me, she embodies the strength of a woman’s resolve to better herself. To say that she has a brilliant mind is an understatement. For someone to be able to create a whole other world in their mind AND translate it to words is nothing short of amazing. She inspires me. I will be able to do what she has done (probably not in the same scale of success—but one can dream!). I will be able to write the book that I want to write and share the stories I want to share!
I love this particular quote because it reminds us of the human capability to feel compassion towards others. It’s an innate characteristic that allows us to empathize, to put ourselves in other people’s shoes (without having to share the athlete’s foot!–sorry, verbal diarrhea translating into written word, probably not a good thing!). I’ve always subscribed to the belief that every single human is innately good, and that each human being feels empathy and sympathy all the time. It’s an ingrained impulse. But I think it’s a gut reaction that people seem to ignore these days. Maybe because they don’t want to appear weak and soft, and Lord knows, the big, bad world will pray on the soft, weak and seemingly gullible. We shouldn’t ignore the instinctive empathy or sympathy really. That’s were consideration for others start. That’s where learning to abide by The Golden Rule gets its foundations. If everyone, once in a while, indulged in a bit of empathy and sympathy of someone else’s plight, and did something about it, the world would be a much better place!