Writing Soldier

Before I get onto the main topic of this post, I need to note here that I saw Laura Marling live, on my own, on Friday and a short post on the topic, complete with a few pictures, is due soon.

But yes, the point of this post is to give myself resolve to start writing again. I have an idea that I am currently very attracted to -- an idea that I have already written the first two chapters for, and desire very much to continue writing, but for some reason haven't been doing. I blame a large portion of this lack of productivity on the post-apocalyptic state I have allowed my room to fall into; it affects my mind and disorders it, leaving it scattered and killing any signs of productivity at its conception. I desperately need to clean my room, but also I think I want to go outside and write. Winter is fading and the temperatures are slowly rising, which means I may be able to enjoy the open air without fear of frostbite (slight exaggeration).

I think I may buy a new notebook, a new pen, and begin, on certain days, writing in a particular park I have in mind. I am usually a 21st century kid who prefers to type, and I know typing is the most convenient method of writing because it allows for quick and easy editing, spell-check, and the internet is usually handy to search related things up, but perhaps a change of approach might do me well. I wish to get the idea out, to birth it first, and then I can type it up and think of how to shape it properly into what I want it to be. This quite excites me. I'm tempted to start tomorrow. I think I might.

However, firstly, I need to clean my room and sort myself out in terms of college work. I'm falling behind and drowning; this is not good. I hope this damage is corrigible.

An old man that lives on my street called me a soldier by way of informal greeting today. "Whassap, soldier!" He cried. I smiled. I liked that. Everybody needs to be reminded they are a soldier every now and again. And now it's my duty to recuperate and ride back, stronger, into battle.