Good god! I haven’t blogged here for a month (almost). I have been terribly lax. I hope I can be forgiven.
I don’t normally do the cat-blog thing but I am just really in the mood for a belther. And I’m afraid I have no one to listen to me at the moment but you. So look away now if you feel you must.
I have been feeling so overwhelmed with all the extra ciricular activities I have taken on. The Blog critics thing is very good and I think it is helping to improve my writing. It is certainly more researched and thought out - lets not even talk about edited - and I have found that I have a talent for reviewing music. It is such an interesting thing to do, although the first time I reviewed something I felt guilty as I didn’t think I knew anything about music. However as it turned out what I have is a gift for feeling the music, in an almost visceral way.
This weekend I gave my first bad review sort of. I really tried to like this album but as I listened to it, I just kept thinking, ‘This should be better, they are so much more talented than this’. They (the band in question) where just trying so hard to be cool, it seemed so disingenuous. So after hard thought about it I decided to be honest about what I felt. If I hadn’t been honest that would have been me guilty of disingenuousness not to mention hypocritical praise and that’s something I promised myself I would never do. There was an upside however I also did a review of a band called The Ruse and I loved them. I agonised over that bad review though.
I finally got the Arden Kaywin interview written. Damn that was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I did enjoy interviewing her, she was a really nice person, but I couldn’t BARE the sound of my own voice on the tape, that and I got the flu and was laid up in bed for two weeks, but the voice thing made it a lot harder. I am taking a writing class and with work during the day (not going to have a bitch about that here too many people I work with may read this) and writing for Blogcritics at night I have fallen behind on my course work.
The assignment I am struggling with now (and really should be working on instead of cat-blogging) is a short story that my Lecturer (Joyce is a lovely woman and when I first started taking this course I asked her to have coffee with me and I was so anxious to get to know a real writer that I think I may have frightened her - I can be a bit ebullient when I am really excited) calls a “Sting in the Tail” story. (By the way that tangent is the reason I don’t cat-blog)
This is better demonstrated than explained. She gave us a couple of examples and this is a synopsis of the first story:
Two cops rush out of a police station, get into their squad car and driving madly, dodging traffic and screeching around corners they finally arrive at their destination where they abandon their car and run up a flight of stairs and into a small room - where they order Chinese food for the whole squad room before the take away shuts.
When I read that I get nothing. I have no ideas at all. I’m completely stuck.
That I’m stuck really bothers me. I keep thinking, ‘how am I ever going to make enough money writing, to quit my day job, if I can’t do something as easy as write an inane short story?’
Thoughts like that probably don’t help but instead ply pressure to my already overwhelmed and stagnant imagination.
So here I sit, feeling spent and strangely wayworn, wishing for the return of my natural bonhomie and perhaps bit of inspiration, to get me through this.
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