Pain is inspiring?

Whoever said to write what you know obviously must have had a wonderful, crazy, adventure-filled life. If I wrote what I knew, my readers would end up in a catatonic state of utter boredom. Everything I know is easy, if only because I realized how allergic I was to hard work and manual labor. Or just labor in general.

I haven't written anything that remotely contains a plot, or a direction leading towards a plot. At least, not until I got stuck at work with no internet available for me to do my work. The boss was around, and while everyone else was busy playing Zuma or some other casual pc game, I decided to finally work on that update of Herkunft I had saved somewhere in my flashdisk. It didn't take me long to finish it, but in fairness I had already planned out what was going to happen in that update. So technically the topic of this entry still has no connection to the actual content.

And when I finsihed that update, I declared to a friend that I've given up on writing. My reasons for quitting were selfish, considering my reasons for writing were equally selfish.

"It no longer makes me happy." I said, and while my friend didn't support my decision he didn't try to stop me. It was nice of him to do that.

And then I had a horrible case of dysmenorrhea. For those who have no idea how to say the word (let alone know what it means) that's medical talk for cramping. Yes, it's the monthly visitor, the red tape, the reason for every woman ever born to wish she had a Y chromosome instead of two X's. I was having a really, really crappy first day of my period.

Thankfully there was some Alaxan in the first aid kit and I managed to withstand the pain long enough to get a Big Gulp at 7-11. Something I learned back in college: Alaxan + Carbonated Beverage = BEST CURE FOR MY CRAMPING.

Of course I don't recommend that remedy to everyone, some people are allergic to ibuprofen and/or paracetamol after all. I don't want to me medically liable and be in a position to get sued!

In any case, I was feeling slightly better, the pain was tolerable enough to allow me to engage in a conversation whose topic didn't involve me wanting to rip my uterus out of my body, or something of equal proportions. In fact, I'd say the conversation I had with the owner of blog "Public Static" went rather well. He had asked me a question about a possible topic for a short story he would write, I shan't post the topic here else I pre-empt him, and that question turned into a series of suggestions for other wild and outrageous subjects. Most of which came from me.

Imagine that! I had decided to stop writing because I thought myself completely devoid of ideas and possibilities and after a pain-induced "I-want-to-die-right-now-plzkthnx" session, I was suddenly all charged to write a one-shot for these subjects. Hopefully I'll be able to follow through instead of just running my mouth as I am prone of doing.

Well, here's hoping... I might just post them in this blog! Even if no one's reading it, I'll at least have some things in here.

Projects and Routines

I have decided to make a schedule for my projects. And by "projects" I mean random, useless stuff that I do to waste time instead of doing productive things like exercise to rid myself of the horrible cellulite forming in my thighs.

I guess if I have a specific schedule to keep, I'll be more inclined to do things? Like remember I have a blog and update it more than once a month.

So I recently splurged and bought a deck of Talecraft. For more info on it, google the word and click on the first link. Chances are that's the site you want. In any case, I am going to use this deck of cards to force myself to write. It sure as heck not going be Palanca Award worthy, but at least I'm writing again.

Maybe if I keep at it long enough, it'll make me happy again the same way it used to when I first put pen to paper and scribbled out a scene.