Today at work I went in early to put some super festival tinsel up and it was sparkly and beautiful and colourful and I was so pleased and then my boss came in and slammed his bag down on the table and said ‘it’s going to be a fucking awful day’ and stormed out and didn’t even look at the tinsel and suddenly it was the saddest piece of tinsel I’d ever seen and it represented all the cruelties of society and this was meant to be a funny text post but actually I just feel cold
Usually, when I’m at a computer, the process is just ‘sit down and hope that something good happens’. Often, it doesn’t. I’m awful for procrastinating. I’m procrastinating now by answering this instead of writing. Really, I’m the last person you should ask for for advice.
However, the truth of the matter is that I’m usually not at a computer, or at least I’m not at my computer. I’m always at work, and I can’t really write on the work computer (although my email draft section is full of sentences and fragments, but shhh). So, this is what I do when I have no computer at my disposal:
So, that’s my process. I do hand write most things as I’m not usually in a position to type immediately, and I think it’s a good way of doing it. When I type immediately, I often find it hard to see the things that need changing. I need a physical copy of the text in my hand to edit it at first, and the process of retyping it is also really beneficial to my editing process because it’s almost like rewriting it. In the future, if I ever work few enough hours to be able to write everything out by hand, I’ll probably end up with handwritten copies of novels. That’ll be pretty cool. Except they’ll all be on the backs of old budgets and petty cash floats. Such is my life.
Anyway, that’s another tangent. Hope that helped!
Remember that time I nearly died because I was sat by a bunch of really obnoxious and vile teenage girls on the bus and they were making horrible comments about everyone else and one of them used a word that another one didn’t understand and she shouted ‘what the fuck are you saying’ and I muttered under my breath ‘I think it is attempting a primitive form of humour’ and they heard and I had to get off three stops early so that I didn’t die
All these words are for you. They always were. I think a part of you might have known once, but that part is gone now, isn’t it? You’ve buried it under all the parts of yourself that you could destroy and turn into rubble, use them to smother all the wonderful things that shone in your core, and now you are an empty house with empty windows and I don’t think anything lives there anymore.
Hello I am still at Ffion’s and we are talking in Welsh with a horrible accent and fucking HELL her stomach just made a goddamn crunching noise and I don’t know what’s happening
She says “all of the things. Sorry, dw i ddim yn gwybod,”
Which is fine.
If truth is beauty then my God someone show me how to lie because dayum.
We are in bed together and we are both crying a bit and it is just like we are in a French film but instead of French and philosophy there is doughnuts and Haribo
I am at Ffion’s house now so all my posts will be from my queue and we’ve talked a bit about vaginas and poo and the meaning of art but mostly in different sentences but not always
I just overhead a really big burly man mutter a gleeful ‘tee hee’ in a rumbling voice as deep as the deepest ocean trenches. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
Oh look, jokes about Nelson Mandela’s death. At least this gives me a good excuse to purge my friend list.
I am trying to buy a hat for my grandma for Christmas and I went on a popular clothing website and the first hat I saw was a beanie that said INTERNATIONAL HUSSY on it and now I’m starting to think that this might be a much more difficult task than I first thought
I have just seen someone tell someone off for using the word ‘stupid’ as it is an ‘ableist slur’
Nope that’s it I’m done