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It is so easy to get lost in Facebook and other social media; one click, and another and oh, look! A recipe, a kitten, a goat doing yoga, a unicorn…and before you know it, forty minutes of your time have disappeared into the illusion that you are actually busy, that you are making the world a better, funnier place because you have added a laughing emoji to a comment, or made someone happy because you clicked “like” on their post.

I cannot be that nice person all the time. I am wasting my creativity on someone else’s inspired memes instead of creating my own. I HAVE BECOME A USER instead of a creator in the last few weeks.

Notice how many times “I” appeared in the above paragraph.

Yes, it is all about me. All ME.

I have to get back to writing instead of trying to keep other people happy; people who do not value the time and effort I take into keeping the world going round. But it is hard to keep focused when there are so many distractions, too many demanding my energies and their constant need for validation.

I feel empty, drained of the spark that used to fuel my imagination. I feel as if I have become rooted in the 3D illusion, and my escape to other realms has been curtailed by the infantile vampiric monster of need. I am just not good with having people in my home for more than three days – except my children.

Image result for angry face meme    Guest, please don’t clean my house, invade my kitchen, talk about Jesus, put things away, rearrange my dining table, pray in restaurants, shovel food into your mouth like a demented puppy deprived of the teat, dish up seconds before the last person has helped himself.  And above all, don’t talk and  comment and explain a movie while I am watching Netflix. My life is wonderful, untidy, messy, filled with dogs, birds, books, art and stuff.  And silence. There is order in the disorder of my life. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

PS: The only reason I wrote this rant is because I know it will disappear into the ethernet, the never-never space of useless ideas and soulless dissatisfaction.

I just read this blog and I am laughing!!! All better now. Image result for happy meme face



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Posted by on May 2, 2017 in Uncategorized


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NaNoWriMo You are Failing Me

The annual dash for writers to hammer out 50,000  words in November has been a great challenge over the years;a fun but demanding taskmaster that requires dedication and discipline. I looked forward to participating again this year.

I got my brain and imagination to “Set”, and when November 1st struck, I was ready to “GO”! I had a vague idea of what my novel would be about. The bare bones of an idea had formed in my mind; the plot,the setting,the protagonist and some of the characters were taking shape but it wasn’t until November 2nd that I actually began to write. I was emotionally and mentally ready for the annual word Olympics!

I checked out the NaNo webpage, and noticed there is no place to enter your daily word score. I checked out the FAQ’s, but that didn’t help ,so I contacted the organizers. The reply was pretty prompt, considering they must have had thousands of queries about it. I was assured it would be fixed. Two days later there was an update, saying that the error had been rectified.

Alas, I still don’t have the word count box. So okay, no problem, keep writing.

Keep writing? The constant emails and jolly bonhomie to make us all feel like we’re together in this endeavor, is just not my thing. I don’t want to be cheered on. I don’t like to have to connect with other people. I am really not that interested in anything except my own creation at this point in time.

Collette, author of “Gigi”, her face sums up my attitude right now.

No, I don’t want a  logo-ed T-shirt, a sweatshirt, a mug,a sticker, not anything. I don’t want to donate to your worthy cause to help children. I give enough to charities I care about. Stop with the rah-rah bullshit.

Most writers are introverts, haven’t they realized that?

What a shame that something that was pure pleasure has now become a behemoth. One I shall certainly avoid in future.

“Don’t bother me darling, I vant to be alone…”


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