hello mexico… beautiful paradise and best honeymoon ever…
Do you ever get so sucked into something like a box set or tv series, or even series of books, that you obsessively read or watch all of them back to back??
I am the ultimate binge reader or film/TV series watcher.
I did it with ’24’ and would sit there and watch a hole series without moving, I did it with Buffy the Vampire Slayer as a teenager, I did it with Prison Break, House, Dexter, Numbers, greys anatomy, Boston Legal, Alias, The L word, The Real L word, Lip service, The list is endless. I obsessively read almost all of Patricia Cornwall’s books, Jostein Gaarder, all the True Blood novels, Harry Potter, twilight… just some of the recent ones.
I do this thing of finding an author and demolishing everything they have ever written, or made ever!
The problem is, I get so sucked in, that I forget Im living in the real world. I start thinking that I live in their worlds, that I am part of what is happening. I don’t tend to read words, after a couple of paragraphs my eyes switch off and I just ‘see’ what I am reading, its akin to TV for me. So I feel really attached, especially if there were a lot of books, or a lot of series.
When it’s over, I feel like I lost something, a best friend, a group of friends, a home, its like someone died, and I cant go back because if I watch or read it again, it doesn’t have the same effect, I know whats coming.
Well anyway, I have been watching the West Wing, and there are 7 series, and I am on the penultimate disk… I dont want it to end. I love this series so much!! :*(
If anyone has any decent book, or TV series recommendations to help me through my imminent mourning period… Please do comment.
‘Writers Fear’ is real, I have it.
I reached a point of self doubt and self loathing and fear of failure, and its sucking me dry. I am at a point in the planning where I ought to be making definitive decisions, or at least my brain is telling me that I should. I have got quite far through, but have the last hard slog of final character plotting, and deciding what happens in which chapter, but instead of doing it and getting on with it, I have been paralysed with fear.
I cant seem to do anything. I am finding excuses for not writing in the studio… some reasonable, like the fact I don’t have a stool high enough to fit the table, but the point is I am procrastinating, I am afraid that I might run out of ideas and not be able to finish the planning, I am really afraid of that and it’s making me stall, preventing me from being productive, or from doing anything… at all.
I cant decided how much planning is too much, and more importantly, it’s a frightening though that if I do finish the planning then I actually need to sit down and write it, and what if I can’t?
Despite all these, I am aching to crack on and to start writing, but I refuse to write anything until all the planning is done. Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to write novels simultaneously!!
As promised an update on the studio. I still need some carpet, a bar stool and a coffee table, but its getting there. The purple wall with the frame is specifically for my novel… don’t judge my lack of writing and that its empty I have been so busy.
Went back to work this week, after having completed just over 2 weeks of jury service, and some time in Birmingham at uni. Boy was it a shell shock returning to work.
I am in a new department though and its a million percent better. Anyway, short post, as I am brewing up some lengthier ones shortly.
The wife made me the shelves and the desk.
I just painted!!
It’s so nice to have a space thats just mine, I just wish it was complete. The desk is standing height at my request so I can stand and work at it, but definitely didn’t consider the fact that I need to have a stool before I can write at it!
Also, I am wondering if this extremely rash quick decision is something to do with my mid twenties existential crisis…um possibly me thinks… *cough*