Still alive, still aimless. Moved back home less than two weeks ago. Home comforts make me a lazy person, but I'm slowly winding up to prepare for continuing my writing. Jotting the odd idea in the notebook every now and then. Reading as much as I can. I take away more from books than I do any other medium.
I've started thinking about writing some novellas, I'd never thought I would be interested in it. We shall see how it goes, I have a certain sylisation that I am willing to try.
I've stopped exercising, I've let my facial hair grow. I've noticed a lot of my sentences started with the letter 'I'. Not honing a vocabulary, rather a husk of such a thing. I talk about my aspirations, never really set foot towards meeting them, interesting that.
I'll spend some time enjoying home comforts, I feel like Hoffman in the Graduate lazing around after finishing Uni. To be honest, I have done a lot of DIY. I still have a short film to write for sometime, I only remembered an hour ago. I'd best get to writing that short film, it seems simple enough, a talking heads piece. Could be considered a strength of mine.
Signing off.
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