Of Unfulfilled Desires August 20, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 17 commentsGrrrrrrrrrr. I’m getting on my own nerves which, I’m sure you’ll agree, is not an entirely good thing. The cause? My frantically fickle nature.
O, for the joy of being non-working and having time to write my novel. It’s all I want to do, the very essence of my being that drives me on.
Coolio. Job abandoned. But, ooh, now I have time to do other things. Perhaps poetry will be my thing, despite me being a bit crap at it. Short stories then. Yes, I could enter competitions. Cue a mountain of Writing Magazines piled around my head in bed this morning. God, I’m so inspired, this is the solution I’ve been seeking. Use competitions as prompts to write stories and if I don’t win (of course I’ll win, this is my thing man!) I can send them out to magazines who will surely want to publish them, thereby allowing me just enough money to carry on being non-working and writing my novel. God, genius or what?
So, what to write? Cue random mind-mapping. Being a gluttonous Taurean, food tends to feature in most ideas. Of course! Sod fiction - I’ll write features about food! Ooh, what about noodles? I quite fancy becoming a master of stir-fries. Cue gormless wandering around house without specs to search for Wagamama Cookbook.
I have now been up for almost two hours but achieved bugger all. I’ve had lots of ideas though, that’s good isn’t it? Oh, that reminds me, I must read my book about getting ideas, that’ll help.
Ugh. I’m doomed to lead a life chasing rainbows. Sounds quite poetic though. Maybe I could write a poem about it?
My mother summed up my poetic, rainbow-chasing nature years ago.
“Oh, you’re never bloody happy. Stop fannying about. Just decide what you want to do then bloody well do it.”
She’s very sweet like that. But there’s a problem.
I want it all and I want it now.
