Saturday, 3 January 2015
Heh. (Insomnia blog #1)
It's currently 1:21 AM where I am, and insomnia has reigned it's ugly rear once more. So, what better way to use this insomnia than to write gibberish?
Usually at this hour I feel like writing, but quite frankly, the idea of having a novel that is a complete and utter failure after you have poured hours of your soul into it makes me extremely regretful. Not sure why any of you would want to read about these struggles to begin with, but if you are a writer, I have one thing to say:
Don't stop writing.
It doesn't matter how terrible your novel is, you just moulded characters out of the nothing, and you dedicated time to creating a universe that otherwise wouldn't have existed.
I have a respect for anyone who has ever written a novel. I have written around three, and it's a lot of work.
Although I am frustrated with my characters, they are probably frustrated with me for talking a lot of crap about them. (Sorry.)
1:29 AM: Probably should get to bed, since I have to ski tomorrow morning. Aren't we as humans weird? We decide we want to run down a giant mountain on two blocks of wood and plastic, and stuff. Don't ask me I'm not a ski-builder.
1:31 AM: Okay it's pretty late now, and hey mom, I know you're going to read this and wonder why your daughter is up at such an ungodly hour writing about two blocks of wood and plastic, and yeah, I don't know either.
1:32 AM: Isn't sleep weird? It's like, for 6 to 8 hours in a 24 hour cycle we decide we have to lie still and be sort of alive but not quite, then decide it's time to contribute to society once those 8 hours are done? Well, time itself is weird. THERE IS NO REALITY. THERE IS NO TIME. SPACE. NO TIME SPACE CONTINUUM. TIME IS JUST AN ARBITRARY ILLUSION.
1:35 AM: Why is it technicians always have beards? I have never met a technician without a beard. Heh. Guess it's in the job description. Well, I guess I can never be a technician. Or I could, but then I would also be able to be in the circus as a bearded lady.
1:38 AM: So, hey, I'm going to go lie still for 6 to eight hours and commit to the illusion..Dunno how to end this, erm. Um...