Unfortunately I have not been able to summon the creative spark required this week so today’s effort will be very shallow indeed. Forgive me please.
I’ve had a few ideas but the words won’t flow out of my brain onto the page in just the sort of order I want it to but given the prolific output I managed in March, a bit of a soft period in April may to be expected.
Of course work is the problem. I come up with ideas which float like wispy clouds through my head as I toil away, only to disperse on the wind rather than being put on a page due to the diligence in which I attend to my work and the fact I would get into trouble if I was wondering off to write all the time.
The last week at work has been tough as well. Not physically. Thankfully I have had some relief from the months of strain which I have endured as I haven’t been doing my regular job as much and when I have, there is usually someone to help which has really eased the pressure and my body feels a whole lot better for it.
Mentally however, the stress has been getting to me. I’m sure it is the same in many workplaces but the competing characters and their idiosyncrasies and selfishness are driving me to despair and distraction.
I could whinge and whine and write sheaths of lines complaining and finger pointing but to what end? I would be right back where I started once I had finished my protestation and still have no solution to the problem.
One day, when all is done and I am no longer beholden to the man where I currently work, I will write an expose on my employer and take off the mask which shrouds his pock-marked demeanor. Such a post cannot be written currently but the day will come and I hope it is sooner rather than later.
So, my mind is blurred and creativity dulled so today’s poor effort will have to do until my senses are sharpened once more.
I’ve been trying to read this week. I find writing comes much more easily after I have been reading and it is not surprising and I think most would see a link. I downloaded a couple of books onto my e-reader yesterday and started one which I am already halfway through!
It is about the horrific murders of two elderly women which took place in Portland, Victoria in 1991 and it is quite fascinating. The writing is simple but effective and the subject matter is intriguing and the crime itself puzzling.
The other book I downloaded is the autobiography of Stuart O’Grady, the champion cyclist.
I am not prone to sporting biographies as every half witted footballer who has had a good season or cricketer who has made a few runs seems to be able to snag a publishing contract and put an abridged version of their lives in print. Usually they are lives not that much more exciting than mine.
However, every now and again a story comes along which is worth telling and I think Stuart O’Grady may just have a decent tale to impart although the veracity of much of it in regards to doping in cycling must be called into question. It was for that reason I had my doubts about purchasing the book. I have however read some good reviews of it so I will give it a whirl when I have finished my current tome.
And so, I will sign off for the time being and enjoy this beautiful autumn day which Canberra has transposed upon us, a sharp contrast to the wet and windy fair she has been giving us over the last few weeks and I shall continue on my way and reinvigorate my search for inspiration by reading a little bit more of my book.
Take care and have a great day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 