I’m on the way to Luton Airport and as I realized that there is free internet on the GreenLine buses I thought I might use this opportunity to write a few lines.
It’s been a really hard couple of days for me so it is not surprising that in the meantime I lost the spirit. I felt numb although I knew that I was going to go home, even if last minute, and I also knew that I was supposed to be excited about it.
Then yesterday afternoon I decided that I have a choice: I can enjoy myself and look forward to Christmas or I can be a Grinch and in addition I can cry about my personal “tragedies”. Well, it was an easy choice as I am rather happy than unhappy.
I’m getting closer to Luton and I will have to turn off my laptop so in the short time I have left I would like to thank everyone for the kind words I received and also I wish you a very Merry Christmas!
Such a coincidence! I’ve been listening to this Christmas song by Band Aid for a few days now and then yesterday I tried the SoicalVibe which is a charity widget on the right hand side of the homepage of my blog and it finally worked!
With a few clicks you can also help to get some food for poor children! You don’t have to register anywhere and it is totally free. You just have to follow the instruction which also indicates when the task is done.
So I would like to ask you when you come to see me here please try and help getting food for those children.
Yes, because it’s Christmas but also because they are hungry and you can help.
I’ve been studying these women’s magazines for my writing course and they are all talking about being stressed out before Christmas and how to delegate tasks to family members and friends; which are the most glamorous gift ideas and how to prevent gaining weight..
I know that these are the most important aspects of the Christmas period but I came across a song this afternoon and it just caught my “Christmas” attention: Yonderboi – Come on progeny.
Okay, it might not be a typical Christmas song but: there are so many people out there who don’t have anyone to celebrate with, whose best option seems to be a “flying lesson” out of the rooftop hoping that the warmth of the sun would take good care of their souls.
I’m not saying that on Christmas eve or Christmas day I’m going to cry about their tragedy because probably I’ll be happy to be with my family and I’m not saying either that all these magazines should write about sad stories because no one would buy them any more and how many people would lose their jobs!
What I’m saying is -sentimental I know- we who are lucky enough to have family and friends around we should be just grateful.
In my opinion artists make art (of every kind) in order to express themselves and to impact the audience. The art work is successful if this impact was made and the audience received its message. Then we can say with happiness (of understanding) in our eyes that “this film was good”; “that song was great!” or “this is a really nice piece of writing!” (oh, I’d love to hear that very often!)
There are some cases though when the very same effect -that had been the intention of the artist, director, actors etc- was made but you are not able to say that it was good. You were suffering for 112 minutes in the cinema or in front of the TV; you were judgemental, frustrated, caring, shocked and all the way long it felt like a nightmare. You understand and appreciate what you’ve seen but cannot say that it was good.
That’s what happened to me while and after watching We need to talk about Kevin.
I still would recommend it to everyone who’d like to see something different, to all the masochists, to those mothers who have a problematic child -mostly to show that there is always a worse case… In fact at the moment I can’t imagine any worse scenario that can happen to a mother than to have a Kevin like this.
I’m not sure if I were able to read the novel. If the film is this powerful..
You are free to think that I am too old for doing such a childish thing. Twenty years ago it was still fine. But now?
The truth is that everyone has to have something to hold on to.
On a day when you don’t feel like getting out of bed or even eating and when you finally do get up you find out that yes, the bad day can go worse, that your high hopes are smashed in every level of you life.. well on this day you choose to hold on to Saint Nicholas.
Maybe he is powerful enough to make everything right or at least put some chocolate into my boots.
As an aspiring writer I sometimes find it hard to sit down and write every day at about the same time.When I do I start writing silly things what happened, didn’t happen, will happen or would like to happen. Like a diary. No fiction, no imagination. Okay, the “would like to happen” part can be quite creative..
I put on some music hoping that would help. It doesn’t. After a while I realize that I’m on YouTube again browsing through videos some of them lead me to films. The next moment I’m on IMDb checking the ratings I don’t always agree on but still find it a good guideline. “Who is that actress? She’s so familiar..” and I check the next film and the next actor and an hour passed writing nothing.
I’m getting pissed off by myself. I used to be able to create stories out of nowhere! What happened?
Nothing happened. I started to take it seriously.
I calm myself down. That’s all right. I’m more stubborn than my block.
“She didn’t dare to go anywhere near him. She was afraid. Her whole body was shaking and his smile didn’t comfort her. She was trying to get her car keys out of her handbag and just drive home but they weren’t in there. There was no reason to panic, she told herself, she must have left it in the office. But her body betrayed her mind ever since she arrived at the car park. The man was coming closer step by step and something was jingling in his hands…”
I will get there..