People usually escape from their troubles into the future; they draw an imaginary line across the path of time, a line beyond which their current troubles will cease to exist.
― The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
This afternoon has been quite delightful. The music playing at Cafe Bene is so chalk full of throwbacks, I just can’t stop dancing in my seat. Right now, it’s “December” by Collective Soul, but we’ve had Whitney Houston, Toni Braxton, TLC, and more. Understandably, my to-do list has suffered somewhat in the process. Nevertheless, onwards!
Today is Day 1 of NaNoWriMo, and I’ve written a grand total of … zero words. Perhaps not the most motivating amount, but there’s still more hours left to this day! And those hours include the minutes of Madonna singing “I’ll Remember”. This coffee shop really is pulling out all the stops on this playlist!
So what did I do today? I created a new blog, to chronicle my other part of life, journey towards mind and body health. For those of you who are intrigued, check it out here. The foci of my life are, at this time, writing and health, hence the dual blog. The tone and mood of the blog is much more light and fresh, and I hope you’ll enjoy it.
Mariah Carey is crooning “Hero” and my heart just clenched with sweet memories of years and years. I should cast my fears aside, and get on with this post! I hope that the hero who lies in me is quite verbose, because there’s much to be said.
Today, I read a quote that particularly resonated:
“Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.” – Charles Baudelaire
Fascinating, how I’ve attributed my creativity and imagination to my childhood mind, and here I am calling upon that same purity and wild abandon to motivate my aged (haha) writings. Naturally, this all points to me being/becoming a literary genius. Or rather, something to that extent. Now that definitely puts a burden on these 28-year-old shoulders. I shall shoulder it with great pride and haughtiness and mild apprehension. For now, at least.
I’d say more, but I’m starved. I’d tell you what I’m planning to make for dinner, but you’d have to visit my other blog to satisfy curiosity. Guten abend!