It's graduation soon. Uni feels like a lifetime ago. Remember when we were feeling fancy, calling ourselves writers? So grateful (smug) that we got to study what we loved, while others suffered under piles of indecipherable textbooks? (they all got the jobs they wanted, btw)
So cool with our inside jokes and clever words andbig dreams of getting published...
Kidding. We only hoped to be published in the way you hope to win the lottery someday.
Someone asked me today, why I write. I have no answer, because as at the 24th of June 2012, when I finished the last edit of my final Creative Writing portfolio, I have not written a viable piece of fiction. (Why do writers spend so much time not writing?)
I had a fun series I was going to write. Something very "omotayo" and funny, with the Lagos-babe voice that I do so well (because she's me), and I was going to have my friend illustrate, and I'd told a bunch of people - because when you tell people you're going to do something it one hundred percent guarantees that you will do it. I had plans. (Why make plans when there's real life?)
It's the New Year. (Like that means anything.) It's more time to fret over what needs to be done, more time to realise you haven't done it, and more hours to plan to do it all tomorrow, on a New Day, or New Week, or New Month.
I have one resolution: No seconds at meal times. Of course I've already broken it, but, better to feel guilty each time than have nothing to feel guilty about. That's how it works, yes?
I have another one: stop being judgmental. This one hasn't been quite so broken as it has been chipped. Slightly. But nothing a little superglue wont fix.
The last of my singular resolution is to stop worrying. A little more faith for a little more peace. Rock solid, this one. (Kind of.)
On the grand scale of things, life is good. My parents won't kick me out and I don't have to pay rent.
I've forgotten what it means to dress for 1ยบ weather.
So cool with our inside jokes and clever words and
Kidding. We only hoped to be published in the way you hope to win the lottery someday.
Someone asked me today, why I write. I have no answer, because as at the 24th of June 2012, when I finished the last edit of my final Creative Writing portfolio, I have not written a viable piece of fiction. (Why do writers spend so much time not writing?)
I had a fun series I was going to write. Something very "omotayo" and funny, with the Lagos-babe voice that I do so well (because she's me), and I was going to have my friend illustrate, and I'd told a bunch of people - because when you tell people you're going to do something it one hundred percent guarantees that you will do it. I had plans. (Why make plans when there's real life?)
It's the New Year. (Like that means anything.) It's more time to fret over what needs to be done, more time to realise you haven't done it, and more hours to plan to do it all tomorrow, on a New Day, or New Week, or New Month.
I have one resolution: No seconds at meal times. Of course I've already broken it, but, better to feel guilty each time than have nothing to feel guilty about. That's how it works, yes?
I have another one: stop being judgmental. This one hasn't been quite so broken as it has been chipped. Slightly. But nothing a little superglue wont fix.
The last of my singular resolution is to stop worrying. A little more faith for a little more peace. Rock solid, this one. (Kind of.)
On the grand scale of things, life is good. My parents won't kick me out and I don't have to pay rent.
I've forgotten what it means to dress for 1ยบ weather.
Happy graduation. I commented in email form :)
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