A Nose full of Snot

October 7, 2019

A blocked nose tends to dull the other four senses, also. It makes the taste incomplete. It makes the music sound off-key and to a different beat. It makes the cloud’s shadowing more ominous and melancholy. And that is where we join our tale I most want to tell. The tale of the boy sniffing and sneezing, trying to concentrate on words and language without feeling nauseous. Watching the news and trying to turn the sombre and skullduggery into light. I still have time to achieve these wants.

Through copious amounts of snozz and other unidentifiable liquids, I am unable to continue my narration work into the new week. After a month of battling with motivation and purpose, I have finally felt excited enough to feel new emotions and to think new thoughts, but am unable to talk without causing phlegm to splatter the iPad screen. Woe is me, indeed.

Before the various illnesses, both mental and nosey, I have been lucky enough to have been continuing the narration of The Cloverleah series, and various Non-fiction titles. These projects have been marvellous and inspiring, allowing me to continue to enjoy earning a living. I feel enormous amounts of gratitude towards the authors and publishers that we are blessed enough to work with, and I can’t wait to meet them and shower them with free beverages and compliments.

Aside from audiobook narration, I have been putting a lot of effort into writing short stories. Genre depending on day, with hopes to work up enough confidence to tackle the infamous NaNoWriMo. For those of you who are sane enough to have never heard of this event, allow me to explain. National Novel Writing Month takes place every November, and is where multitudes of thousands of writers attempt to write their first draft in only a month. The majority aiming for 50,000 words. This works out at just under 1700 words a day, and is about as daunting as skydiving while holding your new iPhone. That’s the second apple product I have mentioned in this blog post, I wish they were paying for that. 

This hugely renowned writing challenge brings together many different writers and gives them an excuse to finally get that book that they’ve been putting off done. For me, I will hopefully be attempting to write (and finish!) a YA romance novel (nothing too saucy, calm down mums’) I have been turning over within my noggin’ for around four years and apart of me is rather excited at the possibility of finally getting the first draft down in printable ink. Once I can manage to get my printer working, we’re going to be in for a good Christmas of proofing. 

Earlier, I briefly mentioned going through a short stump of motivation issues and lack-of-purpose. I’m sure that if you’re managing to read this, you are more than familiar with these feelings and the ‘coming and going’ of said emotions. The months of August and September, just seemed to posses an air downheartedness about them, much to the chagrin of my loving family and friends who try nothing but to make my life pleasurable. I love every single one of you, apart from the few I don’t. 

Occasionally there is no reason for why your stride has been cut short. Occasionally there is no reason that is necessary. It is a human right to feel blue, and a right in itself not to have an excuse for it. Unfortunately, being creative flourishes in waves and rhythms, and that is okay. Well… it’s not. But what can I do about it? I’m not God. I’m not Neil Gaiman.  

If you are feeling in a similar vain to I, please do get in touch and we can discuss our feelings and possibly accomplish something positive together. If you’re not, then keep away you motivated buffoon. Keep your happiness away from my bitter, cold heart.  

As the weeks tick further into October, and I try and lose the 10lbs I have drank onto my belly, NaNoWriMo prep becomes ever more real, and the feeling of letting go of the darker months becomes stronger, and sweeter. 

I hope you feel worthy and free.

 

Big hugs from your care-bear,

 

J.

 

 

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