Fang Talks

Tally-ho!

Delayed by a lot, here’s the third installment in the Writing Room series.

Since I have no way of knowing the time, I have no way of knowing how long I slept. It felt like I’ve been laying in bed for real long. Sleeping, on the other hand, hasn’t happened all that much I think.

The bed was squeaky and uncomfortable. The pillow didn’t give much support to my head, and the sheets weren’t thick enough to keep me comfortably warm. It’s stuff like this that I think is most likely to make me regret this whole thing. In fact, I already do. But I’m at the point of no return, way past it even, so it can’t be helped. I’ll just have to plow through. Something good’s bound to happen, right?
On a related note, remember how I said yesterday that this wasn’t a diary? It still isn’t, but it’s coming dangerously close to being just that. I’ll see if I can give my thoughts some freedom of flow today, so that I may come up with a great idea.

Not that large a part, but the next one may or may not make up for it, depending on what you like.
~ Fang

Comments

  • 14/12/2012 (3:12 PM)

    I just had to create another blog so I could have the space for me and the space for writing fiction. It wasn’t that I could do both on the one blog, it’s my blog and I could do whatever I want, it’s that in my own head I had to put on my writer’s cap when I logged on, or sat down in front of the computer that day to do a post.

  • 13/12/2012 (1:55 AM)

    A lot of people do blog diaries. But if you’re going to be a writer, you have to break free of that. You can write about what you know, but writing about you can be self-limiting.

  • 13/12/2012 (1:27 AM)

    I like long walks on the beach and sitting by the fire. Especially if I started it. It’s kinda short but there’s nothing wrong with that really. Sleep deprivation will just add to the speed of his insanity.

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