Apr 22, 2010 12:25
So, at the age of 24 and with few prospects the author finds herself once again alone and stranded. Don't be fooled, dear reader, into thinking that this is necessarily the worst thing that could have happened. Rather, the final master stroke in a series of epically poor decisions. Still, I count myself lucky, because I've landed some kind of a life (although I think that I'm doing it in reverse).
Basically I've gone all domestic. I cook, I wash the dog, I have no gainful employment but hell, can I bake up a storm. I just made porridge from a RECIPE and am CONTEMPLATING sharing the VIRTUES of FRESH NUTMEG. But I won't. Instead I'll turn my reversed life inside out by beginning something new. Eegads, a book! In a way we all set out to change the world, if only to change it to our own liking. I want to write something that makes people want to read not only my book, but other books too. And to learn. It's like they said, if you leave an animal unattended with nothing to do it will make something to do by pulling everything apart. Distraction is needed, not destruction. And imagine all of the people, tired of daytime monotony, coming home to be distracted by something that they can't learn from. Oh hm.
To the sketching area!
writing