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everyone keeps telling me to start writing. to vent, hobby, what not. went to the shoe today and browsed zines. reminded myself of some vague idea i have of publishing one before i turn 30, even if that's twice as old as most people are when they get into zines. got another edition of lower east side librarian. i really like that. i like writing. i'm not terrible at it without expending any effort. i put writer down as my occupation on my passport, and i guess it would be nice to be able to back that up a little more.
maybe i'll finally review those CDs in a box underneath my bed. i carry around several notebooks of assorted sizes since most people who write say they always have one to take notes of whatever happens, yet i don't ever get to that point. just the carrying. since i graduated college, i have written less and less and less. i was trying to think of why i seemed to be able to do so much during college, and now work and a single evening activity seems overwhelming. my first thought is that with college there seemed to be both more flexibility--i didn't have to do radio--but also more structure, classes were XYZ days and during them you learned XYZ things, whereas aside from just going to work, there's less structure in my life now. but then when i start to fill up my schedule nowadays and give it more structure, it feels overwhelming.
still trying to figure that out. and trying to spend less time figuring and more time doing. hemmed my jeans after taking a sewing class monthssss ago and not doing anything with it. it's neat, if a very simple, arguably sad thing to be excited about. eh well.
maybe i'll finally review those CDs in a box underneath my bed. i carry around several notebooks of assorted sizes since most people who write say they always have one to take notes of whatever happens, yet i don't ever get to that point. just the carrying. since i graduated college, i have written less and less and less. i was trying to think of why i seemed to be able to do so much during college, and now work and a single evening activity seems overwhelming. my first thought is that with college there seemed to be both more flexibility--i didn't have to do radio--but also more structure, classes were XYZ days and during them you learned XYZ things, whereas aside from just going to work, there's less structure in my life now. but then when i start to fill up my schedule nowadays and give it more structure, it feels overwhelming.
still trying to figure that out. and trying to spend less time figuring and more time doing. hemmed my jeans after taking a sewing class monthssss ago and not doing anything with it. it's neat, if a very simple, arguably sad thing to be excited about. eh well.