This morning I got up at 5am to catch a train, and then spent the day in Wellington. Now I am sitting in a backpackers, hugging a cup of cheap tea, eating cheaper instant noodles, writing some stuff, looking up accommodation in India, listening to the rain, and waiting to catch a ferry at 2.30 am. I have a small backpack with a laptop, pen & paper, MP3 player, some snacks & a few clothes.
Nostalgia attack – this is how I spent most of my twenties. It seems both bizarre and strangely fitting that only a couple of weeks into my thirties, here I am again.
I’ve already met a couple of nice, interesting people – and am already avoiding a couple! I’m even sleeping in a mixed dorm – something I haven’t actually done in about ten years. But since I was only looking for somewhere to crash for a few hours before the ferry leaves at stupid o’clock in the morning, it’ll do.
The past few days have been interesting. I haven’t been feeling great, but I have had blogger cat to keep me company. I’ve also sorted and prioritised and organised so that I have a clearer idea of what I need to actively be working on right now, what I need to keep on my radar, and what I need to shelve for the future. I now have one major project for each of writing, music, and art, and a way of easily keeping track of the others and any new ideas that come along without losing my focus.
Duh, you’re probably saying, but it actually took quite a lot of effort to put together a system that works. When you have a mind like mine that jumps all over the place all the time, organisation is your friend. It’s still organised chaos (and probably more chaos than organised), but all the same, it’s already making my life much easier, and I’m all for that.
Most of my time has been taking up by music and art, and I hope to be able to start sharing some of that stuff soon, but although I haven’t actually written a lot, I finally solved a problem that has been bugging me for years – how to start a particular story that I have written literally everything else (including the ending) for, but have never quite been able to nail how it all begins.
At long ******* last!
I’d do a cartwheel if I had the energy, but I’ll settle for popping some painkillers, a couple of black jelly beans, and some sleep instead.