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sometimes I forget that i can make things, that I can create stories and ideas even after so long of having it be a part of my life. and if I just readjust my mind and loosen things up, I can start again. Right now I am working on what I think might be a novella.. its a fictional piece that sort of accompanies all the research I am doing in literature for my thesis, about 18th century women travel writers. creating something that explores the topic and keeps my mind involved, but is a lot freer. it can be beautiful or naughty or secretive, and it doesn't need notation.
In 4 days I will be leaving Lyon for a Christmas with my mom, sweet boyfriend and a friend of mine in Italy. Then I will be installing myself in the UK for a while to get into archives. I am trying so hard to take myself seriously and just go for the things I want, to see if I can make my life the way my dream would see it. I think as someone who writes or is an artist of any kind, its always hard to imagine that you might be successful, cynicism prohibits one from trying. But I am attempting to forget my cynicism and do what i love regardless of the results, even as I get poorer and poorer. I think its worth it.
In 4 days I will be leaving Lyon for a Christmas with my mom, sweet boyfriend and a friend of mine in Italy. Then I will be installing myself in the UK for a while to get into archives. I am trying so hard to take myself seriously and just go for the things I want, to see if I can make my life the way my dream would see it. I think as someone who writes or is an artist of any kind, its always hard to imagine that you might be successful, cynicism prohibits one from trying. But I am attempting to forget my cynicism and do what i love regardless of the results, even as I get poorer and poorer. I think its worth it.