Well you have to start somewhere, don't you?
However, structure was always my downfall in creative writing. I can write and write and spew forth ideas and sarcasm until the cows come home - unfortunately - it's the whole 'beginning, middle and end' planning thing I could never get my head around.
Beginning and middle okay - end not so good. I do hate the end. The end of books, films, parties, jobs...
Ah jobs, that's the whole point of why I started this blog. I am without one. For the first time in a while (don't let the cute fairy face fool ya, I'm kinda old by today's pop culture standards) I do not have a job. The recession that I made fun of before Christmas, came and gave me a big shadowy hug. Redundant, I am. And it's a word that hangs around you like a fog.
Ah the recession. With it's beautiful euphemisms, 'the current climate' or 'these challenging time'. It hasn't managed to pick up a marketable moniker like 'The Celtic Tiger' just yet. Maybe the word alone has such shiver inducing properties it's catchy enough already. Isn't it all we talk about, think about, read about? We could have George Lee just saying it as a ringtone.
It was just an economic notion to me in 2008. Something that happens to other people. I was fine, I could pay the bills, I could regularly relieve Penney's of enough clothes to warrant a wardrobe re-shuffle.
Then it all changed at the end of January. I knew something was coming, we all did. We knew things had slowed, costs were rising, expectations were falling. I can still recall the emotive speech I got and not appreciating it right up until the 'We have no other choice but to let you go'.
Not only are they the last words you want to hear when some one's holding your hand as you dangle off a cliff, they're terribly final. It takes a split second to register, then you realise that the job you moaned to your friends about - you actually really enjoyed. Then you realise you've always lived to work. Work was your whole day. You mattered because you worked. You did things.
And now I don't. So that's the general outline. That's the short road that got me to sitting at my keyboard in a pink dressing gown at nearly 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
So I've started this blog. I'm going to write, because I always said I didn't have enough time to. Now I have all the time in the world so maybe it's time to connect with some of the people like me who are going through this, or the people who think it just happens to other people...
However, structure was always my downfall in creative writing. I can write and write and spew forth ideas and sarcasm until the cows come home - unfortunately - it's the whole 'beginning, middle and end' planning thing I could never get my head around.
Beginning and middle okay - end not so good. I do hate the end. The end of books, films, parties, jobs...
Ah jobs, that's the whole point of why I started this blog. I am without one. For the first time in a while (don't let the cute fairy face fool ya, I'm kinda old by today's pop culture standards) I do not have a job. The recession that I made fun of before Christmas, came and gave me a big shadowy hug. Redundant, I am. And it's a word that hangs around you like a fog.
Ah the recession. With it's beautiful euphemisms, 'the current climate' or 'these challenging time'. It hasn't managed to pick up a marketable moniker like 'The Celtic Tiger' just yet. Maybe the word alone has such shiver inducing properties it's catchy enough already. Isn't it all we talk about, think about, read about? We could have George Lee just saying it as a ringtone.
It was just an economic notion to me in 2008. Something that happens to other people. I was fine, I could pay the bills, I could regularly relieve Penney's of enough clothes to warrant a wardrobe re-shuffle.
Then it all changed at the end of January. I knew something was coming, we all did. We knew things had slowed, costs were rising, expectations were falling. I can still recall the emotive speech I got and not appreciating it right up until the 'We have no other choice but to let you go'.
Not only are they the last words you want to hear when some one's holding your hand as you dangle off a cliff, they're terribly final. It takes a split second to register, then you realise that the job you moaned to your friends about - you actually really enjoyed. Then you realise you've always lived to work. Work was your whole day. You mattered because you worked. You did things.
And now I don't. So that's the general outline. That's the short road that got me to sitting at my keyboard in a pink dressing gown at nearly 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
So I've started this blog. I'm going to write, because I always said I didn't have enough time to. Now I have all the time in the world so maybe it's time to connect with some of the people like me who are going through this, or the people who think it just happens to other people...
Your text contains many words of wisdom. This reflects a maturity and a creative expression of hope balanced against times of great uncertainty.
ReplyDeleteYou will succeed eventually. Your intelligence cannot be ignored.
That verges on the philospohical :O
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