September-October 2013

It has been a busy two months. I’ve barely had time to breathe in between, and not mentioning sleep. And irony of ironies, I’m taking time to write it all in, with processing right after. Compare this to more benign months when I had more time to write and ponder. So I’m gonna choose just a photo of each event, a summary.

Thanks to macair, my photos are better organised.



deleting tumblr swimmingon

old profile there (created Dec 2012 or Jan 2013):


this is a stream-of-thoughts thing. started this to keep track of this transitional stage of my life since writing things down on paper risks losing those thoughts in (a) flood waters (b) an earthquake (c)moving away (d) all of the above. best answer: (D) in 3 years [focus.kick.pull.breathe.calm.breathe]


Dear person reading this,

You made it through another year. You made it through the hard times and pain. You made it through all the times when you all you wanted to do was give up. You made it. You made it another year and I promise you can make it another year. I am SO proud of you.

The biggest thing I would say to my younger self were to have a time machine and go backward is: You have to have absolute humility about what you’re doing. You have to somehow know that you are capable of enormous idiocies and mistakes and yet not lose your self-confidence in what you’re doing. It’s a difficult line to walk because I know that writer’s block comes almost always from self-doubt. At the same time you have to know that this is a life-long learning process and you’re going to find yourself every 10 years looking back on what you wrote 10 years ago and feeling appalled by it. And that’s good; it means you’re learning and growing.

Dean Koontz, and other writers, on how to write your first book – a fine addition to famous writers’ advice on writing.  (via explore-blog)

The trouble with Twitter isn’t that it’s full of inanity and self-promoting jerks. The trouble is that it’s a solution to a problem that shouldn’t be solved. Eighty percent of the battle of writing involves keeping yourself in that cave: waiting out the loneliness and opacity and emptiness and frustration and bad sentences and dead ends and despair until the damn thing resolves into words. That kind of patience, a steady turning away from everything but the mind and the topic at hand, can only be accomplished by cultivating the habit of attention and a tolerance for solitude.

How Twitter Hijacked My Mind – fantastic meditation by New York Magazine book critic Kathryn Schulz; bonus points for the Bukowski reference.  (via explore-blog)


“I moved here because there was a lot I didn’t like about myself in Pennsylvania. I knew everybody. And everyone knew me. I wanted a chance to not know anybody. And I wanted a chance for nobody to know me.”