writing and school!
im having difficulties. im not inspired. ive written an autobiography and it's been sent back for a re-write. apparently there isn't enough in there about what ive learned. ive not written enough about pain and overcoming pain. and it's too difficult to follow.
fuck that shit! life is circuitous - not linear. and not every experience needs to be seen as a monumental drama. i think it's projection to say it needs to read a certain way. she said 'the reader'............that reader -- namely her.
well what sort of fiction would suit you madam? the dramatic variety? how about the idea that things are the way they are and sometimes we just accept them -- take life as it's given to us.
Sometimes I get the feeling -- and mind you -- i've been getting this from my therapist too -- that others feel i should be reacting to things in a certain way. what ever happened to 'epoche' and bracketing everything we think we know, everything we think we don't know -- and experiencing for the sake of experiencing.
this experiencer at the moment -- is experiencing a migraine head ache -- and this experiencer is experiencing having missed her period. and thank god for LJ because god knows no one else -- not even my fucking (male ass) therapist can get their head around that. it's like period pain for a whole month now. WTF? martin however has been an angle about it -- he seems to think 'a good rogering' will sort it out -- as he puts it. so he's crawling all over me like a hound dog on a soup bone -- which is nice right -- i mean he's a very loving man -- generous and affectionate too. he says -- if we had a guitar that wasn't monsooned -- he would play and sing to me. gotta love that too!
on a more serious note -- i think my health is suffering a little and im to be in london in two weeks time. ive asked for some more time on these two re-writes -- but i didn't go into my migraines and all my women issues.....i did try to talk to my therapist -- he interrupts me too much i think. i think i might scare him or something. sometimes he looks at me like ive got six heads! maybe i should have picked a woman.
im riding my bicycle and thinking about getting a check up and going to the eye doctor -- perhaps i could throw in a teeth cleaning. it's that time of year.
i can't write -- not another sentence -- not even another word.
its been a tough day in paradise for a busy girl i tell you!
fuck that shit! life is circuitous - not linear. and not every experience needs to be seen as a monumental drama. i think it's projection to say it needs to read a certain way. she said 'the reader'............that reader -- namely her.
well what sort of fiction would suit you madam? the dramatic variety? how about the idea that things are the way they are and sometimes we just accept them -- take life as it's given to us.
Sometimes I get the feeling -- and mind you -- i've been getting this from my therapist too -- that others feel i should be reacting to things in a certain way. what ever happened to 'epoche' and bracketing everything we think we know, everything we think we don't know -- and experiencing for the sake of experiencing.
this experiencer at the moment -- is experiencing a migraine head ache -- and this experiencer is experiencing having missed her period. and thank god for LJ because god knows no one else -- not even my fucking (male ass) therapist can get their head around that. it's like period pain for a whole month now. WTF? martin however has been an angle about it -- he seems to think 'a good rogering' will sort it out -- as he puts it. so he's crawling all over me like a hound dog on a soup bone -- which is nice right -- i mean he's a very loving man -- generous and affectionate too. he says -- if we had a guitar that wasn't monsooned -- he would play and sing to me. gotta love that too!
on a more serious note -- i think my health is suffering a little and im to be in london in two weeks time. ive asked for some more time on these two re-writes -- but i didn't go into my migraines and all my women issues.....i did try to talk to my therapist -- he interrupts me too much i think. i think i might scare him or something. sometimes he looks at me like ive got six heads! maybe i should have picked a woman.
im riding my bicycle and thinking about getting a check up and going to the eye doctor -- perhaps i could throw in a teeth cleaning. it's that time of year.
i can't write -- not another sentence -- not even another word.
its been a tough day in paradise for a busy girl i tell you!