The year of doing what I can when I can
- March 10th, 2010
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Promises. I have some trouble with them.
But never the ones I make to children. I never squinch on a promise I make to anyone under the age of ten. To flint that innocent expectancy and to then just snuff it with fake-ass assurances or forgetfulness, has all the cruel of setting a kitten’s tail on fire. And kids remember stuff like that. There was this girl my mum once gave a lift to who borrowed the Mad magazine I was reading that morning. She promised to return it. Never did. I don’t usually call people this, but really, Bitch! It was one of their special editions. I hope she developed a really embarrassing but non life-threatening rash, that could be easily treated with a few applications of some smelly topical lotion.
Promises. I have some trouble with them.
Especially the ones I make to myself. I will write something for posterity everyday. I will finish the short story now-now. I will take more pictures. Et cetera.
So, it’s muchly obvious that The Year of Thinking Recklessly project, while having bloomed with some promise, is now in need of some deodorizing. I’m sorry. I just can not keep it up with it. It was a bit stupid of me to take on the commitment knowing that my movements would not be regular or predictable for the five months into this year. The inclination towards recklessness has been nuked by constipation.
Dare I promise to try again next year? Nah.
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It’s difficult at first soon it becomes 2nd nature. I leave a new blogpost open on I Whisper Here so i can capture the fleeting bits of inspiration, poetry, fiction or ‘a million thought’ . Most times they’re gone before you can name them. This works for me, may not work for others.
I think you’re doing well with the writing. Even though its not as often as you expected. Daily commitments are sometimes difficult to keep to. Why not consider a monthly goal of x pieces? Sometimes when you loosen the expectations its easier to find inspiration
The good thing about committing to blogging a few lines everyday was that it pulled memories and things I would never have thought to document.
I will trek on;)
Your wish for that girl shows a compassionate kind of malice…vengeful yet cautious.
I hope you’ll keep at least *some* kind of pressure on yourself…wouldn’t want to go to the other extreme, would you?
ah don’t be so hard on yourself. does it count that i notice how much MORE you are writing compared to last year? i think that counts…yeah, it does.
Saals. write when you’re comfortable. we’ll be here, waiting… impatiently!