Please, oh please, INSPIRE ME

It's a chilly winter evening, the sun wanes at 4pm, is dark by 5.30 and night-time has descended by 6pm each night. Winter is definitely drawing in and I am suffering from my first winter cold. I have missed my lecture this evening and write this from my desk, where am desperately trying to stay awake after many nights of cough fraught and rough sleep. I have even googled how to sleep better today, my eyes were so heavy I closed my eyes for a second at work and struggled to open them again. It is one of those days. I am coughing and full of germs. Only hot drinks, soothers and copious amounts of Vicks Vaporub can coax me back to shape.

Still, I am TRYING to work. I am certainly reading my way through this cold. I have just finished Robert Fulghum's All i really needed to know I learnt in Kindergarten which I can say I thoroughly enjoyed. I loved his casual style and personal writing, I guess his style has influenced this blog quite heavily, his conversational confessionalism is a style which I hope to emanate in my work. I have kindly been lent Fulgham's books and am eager to begin the next one It was on fire when I lay down on it. I am also reading Stephen King's On Writing: A memoir of the craft which I am also enjoying, his discussion of his early experiences of writing are really interesting in contrast with his success in such a vast industry, I also happen to love his fiction and writing in general, he is just such a cool guy. I will also be starting Michael Ondaatje's The collected works of Billy the Kid for one of my classes and eagerly await its subtle changing of form and manipulation of language.

Meanwhile I am trying to formulate my assignments, a piece of fiction about distance in relationships/or a piece about werewolves, (vastly different pieces of fiction) poetry exploring the notion of female sexed texts and male sexed texts, and a creative piece discussing my thoughts about confessional writing. Each of which are simply in note form on my laptop at this current moment. I am hoping that reading lots of confessional writing/wonderful fiction/feminist poetry and prose will inspire me to put the proverbial pen to paper soon.

Here's hoping!

Happy Monday :) Today's soundtrack: Saskwatch


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