New microcommunity!
I just started a new microcommunity! If you don’t know what that is, no wonder. Apparently, it’s something completely new. You’ve heard about Twitter? This is something similar. You just type in a short status update message to let your friends know what you’re up to. This particular community is about writing, naturally. About fan fiction and original fiction.
You’re welcome to come in and take a look:
The writer’s course
Last night was the first time in our writing course. It was ok, quite fun, though not like the last one. I had worried a lot about the first exercise, but I shouldn’t have. (We were supposed to bring a printout from a book that had influenced us in some way. I’ve been reading since I was three and writing for almost that long, so practically everything I’ve read has influenced me.) That went ok too.
What wasn’t quite as much fun was the fact that out of a possible fifteen people (from the last course), only six had signed up and just four actually came. We don’t know what happened to the other two. Oh, well, I never expect much from this town.
Our efforts to start a writer’s group have failed. Only one person outside our family had shown any interest. No one has the time, or the inclination to join a writer’s group. :/
Bitter and disappointed
These days I find it hard to rouse myself from my apathy. I’m beginning to realize that this is how my life turned out. There’s no hope at all that I’ll be able to work things out now. It’s too late, or rather, considering the sort of person I am, there was never any chance. I used to be angry with myself for failing all the time. Now that I’ve thought long and hard about it, I know that there was never any way I could have ended up anywhere other than here. With my personality, I would have ended up this way even if I had another chance.
Another chance… You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to turn the clock back and still have time, still have a future. If there was any way I could get that, that’s what I’d do. No matter what little change I might be able to to make to my life, it won’t make up for ending up like this.
I’m even beginning to think I was lucky to get seriously ill and nearly die. It made me think that was why I’m such a failure. But that wasn’t it. It was just the way I was.
Yes, I am bitter and disappointed. It hurts to know that nothing will change. My life is going to continue like this, or get worse. I don’t know how other people live with this, but I handle it badly.
Then it hit him…
Found this on a news site:
With regard to gay sheikhs some years ago a young friend of mine went to work at his uncles company in one of the Emirates. He was introduced to the local sheikh, and carefully remembered the greeting the sheikh gave him in Arabic so he could use the form when meeting other dignataries. It was only after he had been using the phrase for a few days that somebody translated it for him, and he realized why everybody had looked at him so strangely when he repeated the sheikh’s greeting to them. The translation of the phrase was “Mm, you do have a lovely ‘arse.”
Reminds me of another similar story. One of my mom’s colleagues was married to (still is, I presume) an engineer who worked a lot in Saudi Arabia, Yemen, United Arab Emirates etc. This guy was a real jerk, and I couldn’t stand him. Anyway, he told his wife the following story from his work. The guy in charge of the workers referred to their crew this way: “Those guys, all they do is f***.” And my mom’s colleague’s husband thought to himself. “Funny. I didn’t think there were any women on site.” Then it hit him… “Oh, right. Duh.” When I heard this, I couldn’t stop laughing.
Major update finished
I’ve just finished the major update of my fan fiction site I mentioned earlier. For the visitors the change might not be that obvious, but for me, it’s going to be a lot easier to update the site from now on. If you haven’t checked it out yet, you’re welcome to take a look. You’ll find the site in my blogroll/links collection and here.
Writing course
Last night I went to the last meeting of our writing course. It was a lot of fun, but I feel kind of sad too, that it’s the last time. We had such a great time together. Up until the afternoon of that day, I wasn’t even sure I was going to go, because I haven’t been well lately, and especially I’ve been feeling down. I’m glad I went though, because it was such a success. This came exactly at the right time, because for a while now, things have been really rough.
I really wish we could do something to keep on meeting and discussing our writing. There will be another course, of a kind, next semester, but it won’t be the same, because our ‘teacher’ – the writer – won’t be there. It’s someone else, who’s studying creative writing and that will be a completely different course. Even so, I’m considering going. Maybe some of the others will too.
Last night, we even got to do a little improvisation, led by a drama teacher who’s been taking this course too. We even discussed doing a drama course, but I’m not sure that was meant seriously. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, actually, so if we did it, I’d probably enjoy it.
What kind of musician should you marry?
Musician
Singer-Songwriter
Intellectual, Rough, Moderately Glamorous
You want to see your partner popular. You want them to give out autographs. Only, not too popular, not too many autographs. You value intellect too much not to realize the emptiness of superficial popularity. You’d rather tie your life with someone who uses their talent for deep analysis of life and for the expression of their most intimate experiences. You don’t even mind if their singing is not perfect – in fact, you like things a little rough. Plus, you may be absolutely sure that whether things work out great between you or whether you’ll end up fighting bitterly, all those twenty fans will hear about it on the next record of your lover.
Take the quiz here.
Still sore and exhausted
I had to go on another trip down south. This time too, I ended up walking for miles and miles. So just when I was beginning to recover from my first trip, I’m suddenly feeling the same way again. I obviously wasn’t in as good shape as I thought I was, from my daily walks. Time for some powerwalking, I think. As soon as I feel a little better.
A visit to Malmö
Yesterday, I went on a trip to Malmö. I was going to meet a friend of mine. Today, I’m still exhausted and sore all over, because we walked and walked and walked… It feels as if I’ve seen all of Malmö now, but that’s probably not true.
Best of all, we (my sister went along to do some shopping) we found a terrific veggie restaurant. It’s been ages since I last went out to eat. Since I don’t travel that much at the moment, there’s usually no reason to do that.
The food was great, the visit was a lot of fun and it was nice to finally meet my friend face to face.
