Busy bee.
by phill
photo credit: Aitor Escauriaza
Again, no updates since I last posted that bit of (according to K) self indulgence. But hey, the internet was made for self indulgence, so sue me.
Been pretty busy lately, I swear I was never this busy before last year. Maybe it’s not that I’m busy, maybe it’s just that my hobbies and after-uni activities have supernova’d out from behind a computer screen at my home. Bike rides Monday nights, poker Wednesday, indoor soccer Thursday, briscola bastarda on Friday, and weekends desperately spent trying to catch up with Louise. Life was a whole lot less hectic when I was a single nerd. Wouldn’t go back there for the world.
The space issue is getting on my nerves. Life at home was good to save up money for the Europe trip (damn, has it been three months already?) but now that I’m back I need to stretch. And I can’t stretch when I’m confined to one room and forty minutes away from any of my friends. June and house hunting can’t come soon enough.
Disturbingly, I’m finding it hard to write at the moment. Must be on the down cycle. Aditi and Stef had to listen to me bitch and whinge today about not having the confidence to submit things. Which is bullshit, and I know it. Sorry about that gals.
I have been reclaiming writing as a more fun activity recently.The latest thing to get resurrected is an old story concerning a drunk and a talking bar stool. It makes sense when you read it, don’t worry. It’s turning out quite long, not sure what it’ll end up at but I’m thinking roughly ten thousand words. That’s if I don’t trail off and get distracted by shinies.
Post-uni thoughts have been bothering me too. I’ve still got almost a year to go, but this whole recession thing isn’t likely to kick off before then. I’m in the business of research, and research is speculative. And speculative is the first to get cut in the real world. you want solid investments, and research is anything but. Thing is, I really don’t want to sit tight in academia. But where else to go? Troubling. I discussed the possibility of saving up enough money to support myself for some period of time after I graduate–three months, six months, maybe even a year if I can swing it–to give my all at writing a novel. Not sure if it’s really that feasible, but damn is it nice to think about.
Well lookey here, this has turned into another self indulgent post. Sorry K, you’re going to have to live with that. How the fuck are you anyway? Haven’t heard for a while.
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo 2009. You can find my attempts here, at the Poetry Free For All. Great place, nice people. Most importantly, an encouraging atmosphere if you’re not dumb enough to incur their wrath (which most lichen would be). Might get some ideas out of it that can be polished up when I’ve dried out.
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Post uni, what a scary thought. I was talking to solicitor last night who was saying that her legal secretary is actually an astrophysicist, she just can’t find a job. And has decided to have babies instead. To pass the time. Or something.
This is my 6th year in the hallowed halls of the Menzies building – I guess you’re at a similar point – further, if you’re in your last year of a PhD, right? Will you be sad when you finish?
Hah, well, I guess I can always become a lawyer’s secretary. Might have to lose a few kilos to fit into the skirt though. My legs would look fantastic.
Yeah, probably. I mean, I like Curtin. It’s a nice campus and the people are generally great. But I do want to leave here, to start fresh and new somewhere. To see the world, so to speak, or at least a little more of it.
Awesome forum name there, Phil-o.
Heh, it went with my ‘withagreygymsock’ username at dA (:
man, self indulgence is cool, I’m just jealous you’re keeping up with your blog while my self indulgent one rots in limbo. bastard.