Sunday, 30 November 2008

Phew

That was NaBloPoMo. Decided on seventy words a day, a length I could easily write to, and it proved SO HARD. Reluctant work-out for a miserable mind that wanted to cower in silence. No. Bugger it. Go away. No words. But there are always words, and words are something. A small confrontation with the nature of writing. The mind telling itself: yes, I'm here. However hopeless, I am conscious, someone.

6 comments:

Zhoen said...

Happy to be here.

whiskey said...

"Post every day for a month. That's all you have to do."

Well done and congratulations, Jean.

I put myself on a sliding scale, because I didn't write everyday – but you did, and I enjoyed spending every day with you, in this country where we literally vanish if we don't speak.

leslee said...

Congratulations for completing the month, Jean, and doing so well with it, too. I don't know about you, but I'll be happy not to *have to* post anymore. I'm glad I did it, though. It did push me.

Rosie said...

I'm glad you did it..good for you.

the psycho therapist said...

Reluctant work-out for a miserable mind that wanted to cower in silence...However hopeless, I am conscious, someone.

*sigh*

Yes.

Lucy said...

What psycho therapist said. You dismiss it so lightly, that achieve so much.