So I'm still crawling out from the tail end of my cold. Writing very little. Reading a little more. Still having ideas. One problem I have a lot is not feeling like doing stuff. I think that's the medical term. That, or Can't-be-fucked-itis. But while I'm spending all this time not writing and I'm doing other stuff (like uni or work, or whatever), I'm getting ideas for more new ideas that will also probably never see the light of day. However, my latest brainwave has got me feeling a little giddy. I'd like to write a zine for my experimental writing class. Just the idea of it feels so organic and underground.
But there's nothing really experimental about that, right? That, I think, comes solely down to material. I've found that lately I've been writing as a sort of exploration of the self, or to criticise consumerism, or something. The idea so far is about doing things I wouldn't normally do because it may offend some people. I think I'm far too polite for my own good, and I think something like this could teach me something interesting about myself. And while I may not wish to find a living in being offensive 'n shit, I feel like it's something I need to do. I've got a few ideas of different pieces I could use in the zine, a few different narrative techniques, all based around the theme "I am going to hell for this..."
Should be a bit of fun. Now, I'm hoping to get a bit of writing on my novella out of the way tonight, and I'm hoping to get a bit of study done too. Now that the holidays are over, I feel like I'm trying to cram so much stuff into a small space of time, but that round peg won't fit through that damn square hole...
WWCPD?
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