The wobbly protrusions

by the incapable hands

I wish I have bionic arms so I can lift many things, not least of which my own body weight. Went indoor rock climbing at The Hangout last Sunday. I could only do about a third of the walls theres. My arms simply could not handle some of the more difficult out-slanted walls. More weights and pull ups at the gym I guess. I think it'd be absolutely awesome if I could have done all of it. Hopefully will be able to do more next time. Now, still licking my very sore forearms and hope they get normal soon. Typing with what must feel like the early stages of arthritis.

On Writing

by Stephen King

I started on this book 3 days ago and finished it just now. It is a sort of autobiographical and guide on how he became a writer and the things necessary to be a writer. He came from a lower middle class background and his road to being a published author is one of struggle.

His book has given me inspiration in that even he goes through the same pains ; the uncertainty and insecurities of writing. Also at the start of his career he was broke, married and had 2 children to care for. My "problems" pale in comparison to what he was going through. So I resolve in his steps to read and write as much as I possibly can as is his advice. What is important at the end of the day is producing that 1st draft and not get held up on grammar and prose. These can be mended later given a good story. Also I absolutely agree on many points he made on the process of writing where it is like unraveling fossils bit by bit. Sometimes the things I discover while writing surprise myself and indeed the characters take on a life of their own.

Lastly and most importantly, to stay true and honest to one's writing. Do not replicate the work of someone else (perhaps to sell more books or is more successful). There's no harm in following the style but the content of the story itself has to come from one's own heart and mind. So again, write a lot, read a lot.

My Walk Along The River

by Gary the very important person.

Shut up. Please shut up. I am on holiday. This is not the time nor the place. Look at this beautiful place. Look at the river and the boats. Let's not think about anything else and just appreciate the beauty. How beautiful. How wonderfully the river reflects the afternoon sun... I wonder what time it is back home. Must be just after dawn there. That reminds me I better call Mark later and make sure he sends the proposal off today. Or is that tomorrow. I better check my calendar. Oh, I left my organizer back at the hotel, better go...No, No, No. On holiday. Focus. You are here to relax. So relax damn it. Okay, let's just sit down here on the bench and breathe. Deep breaths, deep breaths. There we go. Peace and quiet. I did not drive 8 hours just to be concerned endlessly of work. Smell the fresh air. How perfectly crisp and clean. You'd never get air like this back in the city, no siree Bob. I bet Jim and Daisy never tasted air like this. I will go back and tell them about it. How wonderful it is. I should call them later this evening. Better still, I should take some pictures and put it up on my blog. Then everyone would know how great my holiday is. This has got to be one of the the best holidays I have ever been on... Stop this Gary! Enjoy the moment, enjoy the moment......
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This is not working. I need to call Mark about that proposal.