Week seven already... if anyone works out a way to freeze time momentarily, i would like to be among the first to know. I could really do with a good sleep, without having to worry about what isn't getting done. Still i suppose if i can survive this year, i will be ready for the big, wide world that's waiting out there. The faster time gets there, the better. In theory, anyway.
I'm still waiting for my copy of the Inkfish anthology, and i have yet to hear back from any of the competitions i have entered, including the Tim Winton Award, which i sent my entry to yesterday. It was a slightly bizarre fantasy about the way i feel about my upcoming TEE, entitled "The Quintessential Quitter's Paradise."
It seems to me that i actually live in two worlds. One is a world where everyone around me is intensely colourful and all lives are interconnected. Where problems fly thick and fast, often with little opportunity for heroics or grace under pressure at the least. But this is the world from which i draw my inspiration.
My other world is less cohesive. It consists of platforms that don't exist, romances that seem to burn for centuries and arguments which possess a degree of poetic irony. This is the world which populates my head, and this is the world from which i draw my motivation.
Until next week,
PS wish me luck...it's the school ball tomorrow