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The Muddle

There are so many thoughts and stories I WANT to share...and yet, I'm not quite in the headspace to articulate them properly yet.

Inspriation always seems to come when I got hands full of groceries or house keys or lets face it, a nice cold G&T.

And yet, there's never a laptop nearby when the feeling strikes.

I do carry around notebooks. But sometimes I feel like THAT STUFF just ends up sounding like a dramatic drunken ramble, regardless of whether I've been sipping any of the devil's poison.

I have talked about feeling inspired by typing. And I suppose this is very 'uncreative' in a way but hey, we've all seen Carrie on Sex and the City. That girl's not hunting down her Moleskin.

I think maybe that's the voice I hear in my head. Not Carrie's voice, but a version of that voice that is less "oh-who-should-i-love-today" and more "which-patio-has-the-best-sun-for-reflection-and-of-course-alcohol".

But it's that same vein. That starting out with a very self depricating tone (oh I suck why don't I write more) and ending on the 'learning' note, (wow, REAL lime DOES taste better in G&Ts) to give the reader just that little bit of insight into my grey anatomy.

In no way am I directly comparing my writing to SATC, just more the VOICE that narrates the program. That voice that you hear at the beginning and JUST KNOW in the end will teach you a valuable lesson without you realising it.

Like a magician discovering the card you picked.

Sometimes I'm not even sure where the post will end up. It starts one place and I just hope, eventually, it ends up somewhere that makes sense. Or at least that make people think. And since my Gemini mind is thinking of 10 different things at a time, I'm just happy if there are a few people out there who feel the slight satisfaction of the end of a story when I'm done.

I don't always know where it will end. But maybe that's the beauty of writing, specifically a blog. That stream of consciousness that you allow people to hear you brain fart as it's flowing out of your fingers.

And in the end, if you can score a pair of Prada shoes the way Carrie does, well then, you're doing alright.

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neoinileias said…
you have nice blog...
thank you very much! back at you...

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