Notes from Under the desk.

When you can't sleep, what better to do than Blog?!  I could be writing an essay, but that would get the cogs turning, and to be honest I'd rather get to bed before too long.  This is an exercise in unwinding.  I hope it works, otherwise it's down to one mug and four chamomile teabags.

With a little over a month to go before my university year is officially over, there is still so much work to be done.  At least I'm writing about subjects I'm interested in, or at the very least, I've curved an glance on them I can take interest in.  Getting my ideas down on paper, can sometimes feel like a chore, but I don't think that's quite the right word.  I'd like to think I'm meticulous over my work, but that isn't true either.  So what is it that makes it so hard for me to let the sentences flow?

I fear it is perhaps, my indecision in essay writing - the inability to take an idea and just bloody run with it.  As soon as I gather enough confidence to do so however, I'm away.  Until then though, it's an awful lot of procrastination.  I liked it when I minored in film as well.  Procrastination involved watch silent movies from the twenties, which would later become useful.  Still, Chaplin's City Lights has me in stitches every time!

Despite this difficulty in writing though, I have recently decided to write a novel.  Admittedly, it's not my own story, or at least, at the moment it isn't.  It's something my father was writing before he passed away just over 6 years ago, something he'd worked on for years, but never saw the light of day.  Sadly, the majority of his work and research has since disappeared, and I only remember snippets of the story he told me, from the screenplay he was writing.  Writing for screen isn't something I'm familiar with, but I don't want to give up on this narrative, and it's something I'd really love to do.  The modules I've studied over the past year have shown me how diverse and original a tale it was, and something that would speak to many people.  It's tale of emigration, and maps, but that's all I'm going to give away for now.

This may just be a really crummy idea, but I'd like to try it out, see where it gets me.  Besides, I'll have a whole year (at least) without any deadlines or essays to write, so why not take the opportunity to be creative with my research?  If my dreams of having a thesis published about Archipelagic literature, with Dr Thomas Harris on the front, don't come true, then maybe I can publish something for the Fiction department in Mr B's Emporium of Reading Delights.  Lovely.