Hello, I believe there is an exercise called writings, where you just sit down every morning with a pen and paper or keyboard, and write a thousand words. It doesn’t matter what words you write, it does not have to make sense, you could if you chose to write the same word over and over til you reach a thousand.
I believe this is supposed to free you up in the practise of writing, a tool to assist those with writers block, the name given,when a writer can not write.
I awoke this morning in a bad frame of mind, a job that I went to see yesterday, which is beyond my experience, I know I can do it, but not in the time frame alloted, so I asked a colleague for help on the job, as he often calls me when he needs help with his work, I hardly ever say no, but he was just was not interested in helping me at all, could not wait to hang up the phone on me. So today I have to take the plan back to the client, and tell them that I can not do the job for them, wasting their time, is probably how they will view me.
This is called Good Friday, it does not feel like a good friday to me. I said at the beginning of this blog that I would try to keep it positive, I know there will be positive posts, but I think the main reason I really started this blog is to get things off of my chest, so to speak, mainly so I don’t bore my partner with endless ravings on everything and anything.
A thousand words is alot of writing, as I look down in the corner of this window, I can see the little word counter is only registering three hundred and fourteen.
One of the other situations that has me in a bad mood this morning, is that my partner is going to the uk in a few weeks, my mother has said she will pay for my son to come over, so she can see her grandson again, so it’s just me that has to find the funds, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen for me, not without using the dreaded credit card, and we all know that’s a slippery slope,…….. that’s why I wanted help with the job, to get the airfare home.
On the positive I know I can get the money together, infact considering my bi-polar, I think I can be a very positive person, I am always looking for a way up, even in the darkest deepest well of despair, now that is a skill, put a ‘ normal ‘ person in that situation, they would probably crumble and shut down. There would be those ‘ normal ‘ people who would rise to the problem aswell, finding inner strengths that they didn’t know they pocessed.
On the subject of Inner strength, what exactly is that? How can it be measured? How does it differ from outer strength? I mean we can see a body builders muscles, we see how a strong person can lift a heavy weight and so on, but then that same person maybe be rendered helpless by their own mind, say for example they have a fear of spiders, then ask them to pick up a spider, powerless. So therefore the mind is more powerful than the body can ever be, the pen mightier than the sword, yet we still live in an age where the body is percieved as the more powerful, i.e , you are more likely to get the job, the girl, the pay rise, the respect, if you LOOK right.
The nerds, geeks, weeds, and boffins of the world are still look apon us the underdog, someone to feel sorry for, give pity on, and so on, there is even a reality show on the TV called Beauty and the Geek, pairing up geeks with pretty girls to win a small fortune in cash, that’s entertainment. Because the public knows there’s no way a pretty girl is going to be interested in a GEEK unless there’s a pile of cash involved. Ugly is only skin deep, let’s face it though, no one wants ugly, sure everyone would love to win a free car, but not an ugly one, ‘ I won a Skoda, oh just my luck ‘
Maybe there’s a market for ugly goods, some people like the querky, the odd looking, a shop devoted to the ugly might be a winner, lets face it , you wwouldn’t have alot of competition, it would be a bit of a gamble, bu then I imagine people would come in just to see, just how ugly is the stuff inside, especially if you blacked out the windows claiming that it’s too ugly to be viewed by the general public, enter at your own risk, I think such a store would cause a stir.
Well i don’t know where is has gone or where it will end, or even if it makes any sense, but I have found it and interesting exercise all the same, it feels a bit like improvised writing, just start by taping away on the keys and see what comes out, and before you know it you’ve reached your thousand word goal, it helps if you keep referring to it, which makes me wonder how much of the articles in a newspaper is just filling in between the actual facts fo the story, a simple story of, for example, a factory fire at night, could be reported like this; Last night a factory in a suburb of Madrid burnt to the ground, no one was hurt.’, but that’s not interesting enough, it needs more humanisation,. Last night in the beautiful city of Madrid, the orange capital of Spain, the night sky was lit by a blaze of huge proportions, blah blah blah, Senor Gonzales, the night watchman, was overcome by smoke overcome , and it goes on……
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