I am tempted to leave more silence here today. I don’t even possess the calm to find a Friday Photo so here is a random pig in orange pants/knickers/undercrackers that I purchased in Chatuchak market a few weeks ago. Pig is 3cm long.
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Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Bollocks... sorry.
Anyone got any tips on shoving a (metaphorical) rocket up a 13 year boy's backside re schoolwork?
Had all sorts of cheerful things to write about today 'til I went to parents' evening. Of course, in my case it was parent's evening. I know, I know, he can't help it. He works hard - I'm just not feeling very charitable tonight.
I am sooooo bored of having my ears chewed because Son won't do any work.
I cut up my article this morning; I cut up some quotes. I've reassembled them. It's not exactly writing, but preparation for it.
*sigh*
Sorry not to be more cheerful.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Write, Wrong?
I’ve finished The Memory Keeper’s Daughter (three out of five) and started The Door by Magda Szabo.
And, I’ve done some writing.
I’ve written my Book Club report which wasn’t due until 5 February. That’s a first.
I’ve thought of a subject that was evading me for an upcoming article.
I started the second Andaman Discoveries article, but there’s a third of these due too. And quite rightly, they are keen to get the Bangkok Post article that I wrote last term that needs work, back to submit – having been reworked. I looked at it on Monday and decided that it needed to be rewritten. Sometimes it’s easier starting from scratch rather than rejigging.
But I haven’t done any more novel. This is somewhat depressing because it’s nearly February. I have to develop the sitting-on-your-bum-more-regularly habit if I want to keep up with the writing I’ve promised and the writing I want to do.
And still, every time, pretty much, that I do engage bum glue and sit on my ever expanding, writerly arse, I wonder if I can do it (write a novel). In fact, it’s worse than that: what I really I think is ‘I don’t think I can do this…’
*sigh*
And, I’ve done some writing.
I’ve written my Book Club report which wasn’t due until 5 February. That’s a first.
I’ve thought of a subject that was evading me for an upcoming article.
I started the second Andaman Discoveries article, but there’s a third of these due too. And quite rightly, they are keen to get the Bangkok Post article that I wrote last term that needs work, back to submit – having been reworked. I looked at it on Monday and decided that it needed to be rewritten. Sometimes it’s easier starting from scratch rather than rejigging.
But I haven’t done any more novel. This is somewhat depressing because it’s nearly February. I have to develop the sitting-on-your-bum-more-regularly habit if I want to keep up with the writing I’ve promised and the writing I want to do.
And still, every time, pretty much, that I do engage bum glue and sit on my ever expanding, writerly arse, I wonder if I can do it (write a novel). In fact, it’s worse than that: what I really I think is ‘I don’t think I can do this…’
*sigh*
Monday, August 13, 2007
*sigh*
If it's this hard, does it mean I'm not cut out to do it?
No-one said it would be easy, but is it meant to be this difficult?
No-one said it would be easy, but is it meant to be this difficult?
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