I haven't been posting here lately. I've been struggling, here, my other blog, and a bit with life. So, I'm just going to call it. I'm taking a break from my more "writerly" blog. I'm going to focus on my writing, as well as things that I have more fun with, like Twitter and Instagram. I'm going to still post on my other blog when I have something to say. I feel sad letting this blog fade away. I enjoyed it. I suppose I just don't love it anymore. It's time for a break. I hope to come back, but I suppose we will see.
Monday, May 22, 2017
I've been thinking about my Main Character's relationships recently. I've been thinking about the woman who needs help and keeps asking for it. Does she really need my character's help, or can she help herself? How can she learn to help herself? Is everything out of her control?
She reacted to the anger, to my stance, taking a step back. Sadness filled her eyes again, "Taryn, I'm so sorry."
"Ya, Kaitlyn, I bet you are." I clenched my jaw.
"I just want you, need you, in my life." I could see the tears pooling, threatening.
I hardened my stance, taking another deep breath. "I'm sorry Kaitlyn. What I need to do is move on. No more Ben, and I'm sorry, but no more you."
She took a step towards me, I moved back, towards the doorway, "But he loves you. I... I love you too. You're my best friend."
Friday, May 5, 2017
This is one of the reasons why I have been having a difficult time posting anything positive lately. I know I talked about this already, and I know that I said to myself that I should try to find the bright side, the glimmer. So, besides being thankful I live in Canada, I'm thankful for the health of my family. I hope that whatever events, things, actions, are making you upset or unhappy, that you do something about it.
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Monday, April 17, 2017
Like the main character in my work-in-progress, I want to hide from the world sometimes.
Besides working on this novel, putting together its bits and pieces, I've been thinking about changing the looks of my blogs. Maybe not this one, but my other one. I've been wanted to change it for a while. Something more modern looking maybe? This blog, I've been wanting to change some of the "gadgets", the bits and pieces that float around the posts. Something to make it feel a bit more me. I suppose we'll see how both end up looking, as well as when I'll get around to doing it.
Life has still been hectic, unpredictable. Not just my life, but the life of those around me, the life of this world.
I've still been writing though. It is where my focus goes when adult life isn't taking up all my time. Here's a bit of what I wrote this week. I'm not sure how I feel about it. A good lead into something else?
I was alone, staring up at the darkened ceiling. I lay flat, blankets up to my shoulders. I counted my breaths, in, one, two, three, four, out, one, two, three, four. I could feel my heart wanted to speed up in the dark. I needed it to slow. I needed calm so that I could sleep. I was tired. I spent all day tired. When exhausted, sleep should come easy, no? No.
I was trying not to see the blood. I tried only to see the ceiling or the blackness behind my eyelids. I tried to see nothing. I tried to hear nothing. There were still sounds. A car coming home late. The dog barking across the street. The scratch of something outside, the rustle of leaves. I search for the silence.
I started listening for my sister, my sister who insisted on staying. I said I didn’t need her. Apparently, we both knew that to be a lie. I wish I had let her sleep in here like she suggested, like we were girls again, at home, whispering secrets. But we were adults now. I was asserting my independence, trying to show her that I was fine, that I could keep going with my life like nothing happened. Because nothing did. Not to me. Something bad happened to some people I knew, people I barely knew. Whatever was going to happen to them, yes, I was concerned, interested. I wanted to know more about Ben and if he was going to save them. Again?
Thursday, February 16, 2017
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The news is too much. It's happening so fast. It's one hectic news day after another. I used to check periodically throughout the day and before the end of the night, just to keep current. Now, if I miss even a couple of hours, I might miss the next big disaster. Any number of things that have happened in the past four weeks could count as a disaster, could have set journalists, bloggers, analysts digging for weeks or months, instead they/we barely have time to keep up.
I had wanted to talk about Prime Minister Trudeau and the smiles Ivanka Trump was giving him during his visit to Washington on Monday, but at this point, it's old news. I also wanted to talk about how prepared Trudeau was for the Trump handshake, which made me just love my PM even more. Again, old news. Only a few days, but there are bigger scandals in the States right now. Our Prime Minister has gone to France to talk trade deals.
As with the People's Court judge on Saturday Night Live this weekend, I'd just like a slow news day and not have to worry about missing something if I take a day away from the news sites and Twitter.
Sunday, February 5, 2017
I wrote a blog post about 1984 and blogging. Took a bit out of me, but it was good. I've decided I should read, Brave New World, and reread 1984 and The Handmaid's Tale. But I don't want to drive myself crazy with worry and fear of the future, so I'll probably read Carve the Mark as soon as I'm done with The Satanic Verses. I want to mix the light and the serious, or I might go mad.
I'm still obsessively reading the news. Every night before bed and every morning when I get up. I should probably stop, but I'm afraid I'll miss the apocalypse warnings. I'm worried about my country, our neighbours to the south and the world.
I know this is short, but if feel like if I talk about what happened in Quebec City, I'll cry. I feel like if I talk about Bowling Green, I'll Hulk out and turn green. So much happened this week, I can't really sum it all up.
How was your week?