2012 for me could be called ‘The Year Of Sucking Lollipops’, or ‘The Year Of Being In One Place Then Ending In Another Place’. Whatever the year was for me, it was one of bits. Bits ending, bits lost, bits adapting. So bitty. A three-part saga. Continue reading
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 43,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 10 Film Festivals
Merry Christmas everybody! Stay good and don’t eat the metal in the cake.
One question must arise on this festive month
Will my feet stay warm?
Seriously.
It went away with the icy wind.
Work started getting busy. Today I never stopped climbing those ladders. They have no top.
And summer broke into the cold harshness of November. A bright ray of light broke through and it’s been here ever since. It sits in the corner and shines. But that corner seems so far away.
And then the icy wind came. And so did a Wii U. But 12.15-18.00 on repeat calls.
Welcome to work. This is life.
And some writing did trickle out of all this. A few more taps and we’ll have a flood!
Poems congregate
Drunken thirst and lack of food
Showcase in the Pool. Continue reading
The steps I’ve set to get into my ‘zone’ are being slowly ticked off. From settling home to volunteer work then paid work. The job is only temporary but it gives me a way to meld a possible structure into my weekly basis.
And so this month I wonder if my will to write will return.
Good job the Wii U isn’t out till the end of the month…
I got a paid job! I now spent my days picking stock and greeting customers with a smile and a wink. It’s great! It only lasts till the end of December, but it’s an upgrade from volunteer work. Which I’m still doing because I care. About staying away from home. This is all exactly what I want in life.
And so October can be fit to this little ditty:
I’m slowly stepping up the working ladder. And that’s what’s truly terrifying.
Last month was the thought of balance and how to go about making things weigh equally. I got a job so one side of the scale is tipped slightly to the side, only slightly mind due to the voluntary nature of the role, and so now I can either aim to tip it all the way or try to flatten things up again as I get down to writing. Seeing as finding paid work is not a guaranteed thing, I’ll be going for that writing push. Though I would like a paid job. I don’t want to attend anymore meetings about how to attend meetings.
Anyway, I’m off to the field to kick some shit. It’s what everyone does round here.
I got a job!
It’s volunteer once again.
But oh well, paid jobs aren’t so easy to get a hold of when you don’t have the experience.
Still no writing, but at least one side of importance is in focus.
And being 23 just makes me angry. I think it’s because I’m 23. Going on 33.
And I got drenched.
So I’m sinking in September.
But I’m not drowning.
I can swim a little, you know!
Blub.
Blub.
Blub.
Gurgle.
