Salam Ya’ll!
Well as per usual I haven’t updated in eons basically because I’m lazy, and never have anything fabity-fab-fab to write about. Which hey…is “a-OK” with me, except that possibly…just possibly my blog is taking up like 0.0000000000000001 percent of the vast space on the internet. But I’m hoping you guy’s don’t mind.
Anyway I won’t go in to how long it’s been because I always do that after quite a long gap. Plus I am sure you’ve all gathered by now that I am quite sporadic when it comes to posting, which is a symptom brought on by the “lazy virus”.
Anywho before I forget:
“A very Happy yet very Belated New Year to you all”, and to my Muslim readers “a Belated Eid Mubarak!”
Movin’ on…
So basically in a nutshell I’ve been keeping up with my homework which takes up about, oh, 70% of my day…no biggy though ‘cause it’s kind of relaxing. And I’ve been working and catching up on some reading and etc. So honestly you haven’t missed too, too much.
I’ve been trying to write my story –not my story but rather a story, totally fictional-. It’s so not easy, especially when about 75% of the time I get writers block. I mean seriously, seriously, if one gets writers block that much should they even be writing? Ermmm, right now I’m not sure, but I guess I wade through it sooner or later. My main problem is that I have TOO many thoughts going through my mind, and so it makes it SO much harder to organize them and put them to good use.
My answer so far to writers block –as well as writers cram with all the stinking ideas- is doing the dishes at our resto. Believe it or not, doing dishes is actually quite relaxing and gives me a lot of time to think. I think of plot holes, and plots, and characters, and scenes and the climax and etc, etc; at times I actually make a whole novel –though terribly compressed- in my mind while I rid the plates of their grime. It’s fun, and my little way of passing the time when I can’t really do anything else. And YES, I do think of other things, other then plot lines and so forth. I’m actually a very deep and thoughtful person....
…HA! I’m only such when I am sleeping.
Anywho, so doing the dishes is sort of my escape from the world I like to call “The restaurant”, so when I’m bothered (which usually entails my little brother asking me to make this or get that) I can get really annoyed, because I HATE having my train of thought always interrupted. It’s something I can’t help, when I’m in thinking mode –and you can tell because my brows are always furrowed and smoke signals begin to escape from the top of my head- you just can’t come up to me and say “I need a Crème Caramel, Apple Pie heated with ice cream, hot and soft chocolate cake and a cheese cake pronto tonto” then wave your hand and leave. I mean come on!! I was just hatching up this great part which WAS PIVOTAL to my climax! Geez Louise! So you’ll usually get an answer like, “WRITE IT DOWN for God’s sake!” In a rather angry tone, or, my favorite “Do it yourself.” (I mean it’s not like he’s out there coming up with great ideas for what may be the next bestseller…no instead he’s “working” puh-lease.) Not that I mean to be so…as my brother puts it “Useless” it’s just that, oh never mind.
So half of the time, even though my golden ideas are hatched whilst washing off a “Basil and tomato infusion” from a frying pan, I won’t remember them when the time comes to utilize them. A sad, sad downfall for any aspiring writer…unless you were lucky enough to be blessed with, oh, I don’t know “Super photogenic memory”. Then Masha’Allah! But otherwise there is no way I’m going to have a little note pad in my back pocket where I can “jot down my ideas when theY come to mind” like one author suggested, because I can’t really see myself stop mid-way through washing a glass, my hands drenched in hot water and soap suds, reaching in to my pocket, looking for my pen, trying to flip through the pages while I accidentally wet them all causing the ink to leak, thus ruining my other ideas….
…see in the end it’s better to enjoy my ideas in my head then go through all that trouble. I mean, Hey! If no one ever ends up reading my books, that ok, at least I enjoyed them…more or less.
Ok, that’s all for now I think it’s probably high time I got back to my homework, seeing as I need that right now a little more then my “ingenious plot plans”.
Adieu,
~Pink Gerbera~
Well as per usual I haven’t updated in eons basically because I’m lazy, and never have anything fabity-fab-fab to write about. Which hey…is “a-OK” with me, except that possibly…just possibly my blog is taking up like 0.0000000000000001 percent of the vast space on the internet. But I’m hoping you guy’s don’t mind.
Anyway I won’t go in to how long it’s been because I always do that after quite a long gap. Plus I am sure you’ve all gathered by now that I am quite sporadic when it comes to posting, which is a symptom brought on by the “lazy virus”.
Anywho before I forget:
“A very Happy yet very Belated New Year to you all”, and to my Muslim readers “a Belated Eid Mubarak!”
Movin’ on…
So basically in a nutshell I’ve been keeping up with my homework which takes up about, oh, 70% of my day…no biggy though ‘cause it’s kind of relaxing. And I’ve been working and catching up on some reading and etc. So honestly you haven’t missed too, too much.
I’ve been trying to write my story –not my story but rather a story, totally fictional-. It’s so not easy, especially when about 75% of the time I get writers block. I mean seriously, seriously, if one gets writers block that much should they even be writing? Ermmm, right now I’m not sure, but I guess I wade through it sooner or later. My main problem is that I have TOO many thoughts going through my mind, and so it makes it SO much harder to organize them and put them to good use.
My answer so far to writers block –as well as writers cram with all the stinking ideas- is doing the dishes at our resto. Believe it or not, doing dishes is actually quite relaxing and gives me a lot of time to think. I think of plot holes, and plots, and characters, and scenes and the climax and etc, etc; at times I actually make a whole novel –though terribly compressed- in my mind while I rid the plates of their grime. It’s fun, and my little way of passing the time when I can’t really do anything else. And YES, I do think of other things, other then plot lines and so forth. I’m actually a very deep and thoughtful person....
…HA! I’m only such when I am sleeping.
Anywho, so doing the dishes is sort of my escape from the world I like to call “The restaurant”, so when I’m bothered (which usually entails my little brother asking me to make this or get that) I can get really annoyed, because I HATE having my train of thought always interrupted. It’s something I can’t help, when I’m in thinking mode –and you can tell because my brows are always furrowed and smoke signals begin to escape from the top of my head- you just can’t come up to me and say “I need a Crème Caramel, Apple Pie heated with ice cream, hot and soft chocolate cake and a cheese cake pronto tonto” then wave your hand and leave. I mean come on!! I was just hatching up this great part which WAS PIVOTAL to my climax! Geez Louise! So you’ll usually get an answer like, “WRITE IT DOWN for God’s sake!” In a rather angry tone, or, my favorite “Do it yourself.” (I mean it’s not like he’s out there coming up with great ideas for what may be the next bestseller…no instead he’s “working” puh-lease.) Not that I mean to be so…as my brother puts it “Useless” it’s just that, oh never mind.
So half of the time, even though my golden ideas are hatched whilst washing off a “Basil and tomato infusion” from a frying pan, I won’t remember them when the time comes to utilize them. A sad, sad downfall for any aspiring writer…unless you were lucky enough to be blessed with, oh, I don’t know “Super photogenic memory”. Then Masha’Allah! But otherwise there is no way I’m going to have a little note pad in my back pocket where I can “jot down my ideas when theY come to mind” like one author suggested, because I can’t really see myself stop mid-way through washing a glass, my hands drenched in hot water and soap suds, reaching in to my pocket, looking for my pen, trying to flip through the pages while I accidentally wet them all causing the ink to leak, thus ruining my other ideas….
…see in the end it’s better to enjoy my ideas in my head then go through all that trouble. I mean, Hey! If no one ever ends up reading my books, that ok, at least I enjoyed them…more or less.
Ok, that’s all for now I think it’s probably high time I got back to my homework, seeing as I need that right now a little more then my “ingenious plot plans”.
Adieu,
~Pink Gerbera~
