Dec 17, 2011 19:57
One would thing that a post-graduate move to sunny San Diego would do wonders for the soul. Yet, I'm feeling restless and indecisive (quite a bad combination). It's really a combination of factors: a new environment, lack of personal relationships, and (ironically) a lot of free time. I need to find a hobby. My tendency to isolate myself behind a pile of books is having a number of unforeseen consequences: I've apparently forgotten how to relate to others and I'm failing to find various text as companionable as I had in the past - they never respond to your questions or interests.
One idea was to get out of the house more often, to do something physical in the real world. It's a good idea and I've been trying to get out to run, to bike, and to periodically stop by the local cafe to get work done in the presence of others. Another idea, just recently hatched, was to write short stories, periodically (at consistent intervals) to give myself an object to direct my efforts while at the same time placing constraints upon those efforts (everybody likes deadlines).
I do have some ideas for some short stories - mainly exercises in writing out my thoughts in stories. We'll see where these stories go.
Another thing that I want to do is write a few books - not stories in your typical "fiction" manner, but books that address a number of "non-fiction" topics that I've always been interested in: history, science, philosophy, etc. I'm not sure why I haven't begun any of these ventures, but, well, I haven't. I'm hoping that writing some fiction will get my hand accustomed to writing and, thus, my creative juices will be ready for a substantive endeavor.