17 4 / 2014
"You’re in love with impossibility."
17 4 / 2014
"I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’"
14 4 / 2014
11 4 / 2014
08 4 / 2014
For a while I want to write here. But all the time I thought about it I was in the bus, or shower and whenever I got at home I became more like: fuck it, I’ll write another time.
So here we are, I’m writing, or so it seems. :)
So, where to begin? Ok, let’s begin about writing.
Those who know me also know I like to write. Full stop. I like to write just for the sake of writing. Nothing else. Those who know me also know that I seldom, if ever, finish whatever I began.
For long I look for ‘solutions’ to it, as I often blamed it on my writing means being just too slow. I tried many softwares in order to improve ‘productivity’, I even learn stenography so I could write as fast as I though.
Well, I did ended up writing faster, but the result: mechanical, tasteless, lifeless. In the end, I knew what to write and how to do it quickly but I just couldn’t bother any more.
A while ago I turned my attention to something different, yet related: fountain pen.
Those pens always fascinated me, since I was a kid and saw the old and inoperative that my father had. I even owned one once, a cheap one, it lasted for half a month before bleeding to death in a very nasty, messy and literally black way.
As it happens, around last xmas I bought one in amazon, or so I believed.
I didn’t knew much about fountain pen back then, so I just got a cheap one, it came in a neat kit. Complete with wax and seal. Sweet.
Well, it wasn’t a fountain pen after all and I found myself disappointed. It was a dip pen. I had to immerse the nib into the ink to write a few words, immerse it again to continue writing, and again and again and I loved it.
Really, that few seconds I lost dipping the nib on ink were those essential seconds I needed to think about what I was going to write and I found pleasure once more in writing.
True that I had to go through some pain to adapt my hand for it, writing with fountain/dip pen is a completely different experience than writing with ballpoint pen.
For once, you don’t have to press it to write, you just have to hold it and slide it over the paper.
Thus your hand don’t get that easily tired. That are no pain.
A second reason I need to basically re-learn to write was that my usual hand was just too damn ugly. You have a fucking fancy pen, with a fucking fancy parchment paper together with a wax and seal with your initial letter (a C for me, from my surname), you need at least a better style.
I admit, it isn’t that pretty but it is far improvement from how I used to write. More than a couple of people, some completely strangers commended it. (Not that I showed anyone my work, it is just that I use this new style regardless of my means, dip pen, ballpoint pen, pencil, hammer & chisel, etc.)
All that said, I still don’t finish the plots I start, and I don’t care. I want to write whatever I want and so I’ll do it.
Well, I’m writing more short/closed stories now than before, where whatever I tried ended up becoming a novel, so maybe one day I’ll put something in amazon (kindle). Probably not as I would have to type it in a computer which is boring.
03 4 / 2014
Accordion to a recent survey, replacing words with the names of musical instruments in a sentence often goes undetected.
im so fucking angry