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dotinthesky) wrote2004-10-08 10:41 pm
dotinthesky) wrote2004-10-08 10:41 pm
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Deciding on the Policy of Truth
The longer I stay away from Livejournal, the harder it is for me to sit down and write a post. I've become more aware of how silly and redundant you can sound on this thing. It doesn't help as well that I've got Depeche Mode on repeat and can't even break away from their lyrics when I wake up in the mornings. Sometimes, you can love a band too much. Any band. Then you start quoting them - all the time - and you notice your friends running for the hills.
We have been eating more croissants and crumpets; drinking more cartons of juice and cans of beer. After dinner, we sit around and complain about our work, laugh at the people we see in the buses, trains and trams; we also have lulls of silence where everyone stares at their plate and the clock ticks awake. I'm usually the first one to get up and go to the bedroom. Or I head for the living room and turn on the TV. I've been watching more documentaries. A recent one in particular, about mediums and spiritism, was very interesting. All of the mediums came across as charlatans, with the exception of this one Irish man. He truly seemed to get in contact with the dead and tell the grieving families personal information that was only available to them. Little messages that were more like inside jokes, that showed the medium wasn't guessing but relaying. He could have also been told all that information by the production team. It's hard to tell what's real or not on TV these days, and I'm not about to get suckered in by another documentary.
I've started thinking about possible stories for my November novel. Yes, I'm seriously going to put myself through it. As some of you may know, I did this a couple of years ago (forcing myself to write 8 pages a day) so I know I can dish out a lot of crap in a very short time. My big mistake at the time was to write from scratch, from nothing, without any plans or idea of where to take the story. This time, I'd like to be a little more prepared. Might prevent any melodrama throughout the month.
Sometimes, when I read my old Livejournal entries, I feel like I was less selfconcious about being a DORK.
We have been eating more croissants and crumpets; drinking more cartons of juice and cans of beer. After dinner, we sit around and complain about our work, laugh at the people we see in the buses, trains and trams; we also have lulls of silence where everyone stares at their plate and the clock ticks awake. I'm usually the first one to get up and go to the bedroom. Or I head for the living room and turn on the TV. I've been watching more documentaries. A recent one in particular, about mediums and spiritism, was very interesting. All of the mediums came across as charlatans, with the exception of this one Irish man. He truly seemed to get in contact with the dead and tell the grieving families personal information that was only available to them. Little messages that were more like inside jokes, that showed the medium wasn't guessing but relaying. He could have also been told all that information by the production team. It's hard to tell what's real or not on TV these days, and I'm not about to get suckered in by another documentary.
I've started thinking about possible stories for my November novel. Yes, I'm seriously going to put myself through it. As some of you may know, I did this a couple of years ago (forcing myself to write 8 pages a day) so I know I can dish out a lot of crap in a very short time. My big mistake at the time was to write from scratch, from nothing, without any plans or idea of where to take the story. This time, I'd like to be a little more prepared. Might prevent any melodrama throughout the month.
Sometimes, when I read my old Livejournal entries, I feel like I was less selfconcious about being a DORK.
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Portugal is very nice - the people are generally very friendly (but it's the only place I've ever been where I've had my bag stolen, and my dad had his car robbed) and the beaches and scenery are often quite spectacular! :-)
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