I was just about to start a new post with the following sentence, when I was called downstairs: “Do you know that feeling when you have everything going for you but nothing going on?” Five minutes later I was shoveling sh*t, literally. My future mother-in-law has a small farm and we had to help her in the veggie garden, shoveling cow and pig sh*t into it as natural fertilizer and covering everything with dirt. And I thought I had nothing going on. I guess that’s God’s wrath, the universe’s justice, Karma, or whatever higher power you wanna believe in, telling you to shut up and stop b*tchin’.
However, I actually wanted to reveal something but I’m afraid of doing so. On the one hand it would be liberating because it would finally be out there (no I’m not gay). But on the other hand it would mean that it’s real and that I could fail, and then people would say stuff like: “I always knew you couldn’t do it.” I know I could use this (negative) energy and turn it into some kind of catalyst to prove those people wrong, but right now I’m still afraid that they’ll be right. Ah, what the hell. I will write a book.
I’m already working on a story and so far wrote around a thousand words. I know that it’s going to be a longer project but I hope to be finished with a first draft by the end of 2012. From the writing I’ve don so far I found out that I struggle with volume. It’s always been a problem for me to reach a certain word count. Last year, while we were in the U.S. I heard about “National Novel Writing Month”, which is pretty self-explanatory. People start writing on November 1st and hand in their 50.000 word novel by the end of the same month. I was amazed by the idea and I wanted to participate, but with studies, drumming and Tennis I can’t find the time. Besides, I would really struggle to get to fifty thousand in one month. I’d be happy if I get to that word count in a year. Well, maybe it’s time to start putting some more effort into writing. Which is what I’m going to do now. See you later, with an update on progress.
“Terrified of being wrong. Ultimatum Prison Cell” (Tool – The Grudge)
Cheers, Armin
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