The Art of Procrastination

Hello Lovelies,

This past week I’ve been avoiding writing and finding every other possible thing to do besides actually writing. But it’s not what you’re thinking, the writing I have been avoiding is a 1500 word annotated bibliography on the discourse of Creativity and Arts Education in relation to pedagogy, curriculum and policy design. I know it sounds boring doesn’t it? I’ve got time, it’s due on Friday and I’ve already downloaded some journal articles which are hopefully useful ones, but in the meantime I have remastered the “Art of Procrastination”.

I’ve decided I need to exercise more because I turn the “big 3-0” this June and I don’t want to be “old AND fat” (I know 30 is not that old, but I’m saying goodbye to my twenties in less than two months and it’s a little bit sad). However, I also seem to be negating the extra exercise I’ve been doing, I feel the need to snack whenever it looks like I might be getting something achieved in regards to my assignment. Also, something needs to be done about the ever growing basket of washing in the laundry and what better time than now, I also need to load the dishwasher, tidy the bedrooms, check my email a hundred and fifty times, read all the latest news and gossip and Google anything and everything. I mean, haven’t you always wondered what date Easter will be in the year 2051(April 2nd)? Or perhaps it was imperative that you know right this minute when Channing Tatum’s birthday is (he turned 34 on Saturday, in case you’re wondering). Plus, I really needed to go and buy a new stapler to staple together the journal articles I printed off for my assignment, because there is no way I could possibly place each article in one of the 150+ plastic sleeves I have on hand. So it’s very clear that I had to go and buy the new stapler and the track pants I picked up while I was there were totally justified, you know, because of all the extra exercise I’ve been doing.

So, my humble readers, I leave you with a silly poem I wrote about the Art of Procrastination, while I was procrastinating, aptly titled “The Art of Procrastination”.

Enjoy,

KK

The Art of Procrastination

 

Procrastination, delayed progress,

I think I’ll try on every dress.

As in my wardrobe, I look and see

Just how messy it seems to be.

I do not want to write a word,

The topic itself is just absurd.

I should be writing about discourse,

Instead I search for a source

Of entertainment or distraction,

To take me away from assessment action.

Perhaps I need to do the dishes,

Or imagine I had been granted wishes.

The washing pile is growing steady,

Oh look at the time I must get ready.

That assignment can be done another day

After all it’s not due until Friday. 

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A State of Mind

Hello Lovelies,

I realise I am a day early with this week’s post, as I normally write my new post each Sunday. However, this Sunday I will be busy partaking in Easter family festivities, including an Easter egg hunt for the kids and, of course, for the young at heart.

When thinking about a topic for this week’s post and realising it would be the middle of the school holidays if you’re in my neck of the woods, I came up with what I believe to be a most suitable topic for this post.

To start off, I began thinking about different ways you could define the word “holiday”. Is it getting away for the weekend or longer? Or is it something simpler like not having to get up for work (or school)?
If you consider a holiday to be some type of getaway, then in that case, I have not physically been on a holiday since December 2006. Yes it’s true, the last time I went on a “real” holiday, it was a honeymoon, prior to children!
Before you all start feeling too sorry for me, I would just like to point out, that between 2006 and now, I have been many places. In fact, I’ve been to places all over the world, I’ve visited the past, the present and the future.
Now you’re asking how can some silly woman who said she hasn’t been on a holiday for more than 7 years have done all of this? Well, you see, “holiday” as an escape or getaway, is just a state of mind.
My “holiday” is through experiencing the worlds of characters, not just of my own creation, but also the characters of other writers. Reading and writing to me is an escape, an adventure, a getaway, even some sort of holiday. The words of the writer, whether they are my own or from someone else, transport me to another world, where i experience the life of the characters and explore their world.

So, fellow writers, readers and adventurers, where have your travels taken you?

-KK

Enjoy your Easter weekend! xx

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Genre- Lock it in Eddie

Hello lovelies,

Often when I tell people that I am a writer the first question is often asking me what style or genre I write.

For some writers, those questions are very simple to answer. Perhaps they are children’s writers or they write sci-fi, perhaps romance or even paranormal historic fiction. Yet, those types of questions, for me, are not as easily answered. You see, I cannot simply say that I write fiction, even though much of my writing is fiction. I cannot say I write romance, even though two of my WIP seem to be taking that path.

The truth is, I cannot lock myself into a genre, as my writing takes the path of my characters or whatever inspired me at the time. I have drafts of children’s fiction, poetry, music, lyrics, fiction and non-fiction. I do not choose where my inspiration comes from, but I do choose to embrace it. I do not choose the story my characters wish to tell me, but I do choose to follow them on their journey. I cannot ‘lock’ myself into a genre, the truth is I never really know what path my WIP is going to take, because you see,

Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

So, you see Eddie, I don’t need to phone a friend, I don’t need to ask the audience or any of that, because I won’t lock it in, I will not lock myself into a genre, even if it helps my audience to understand my writing, to decide whether my writing appeals to them. Published authors often have an intended audience, perhaps they are paid to produce several works in the one genre, but I am not a published author, I am just a mother, wife, teacher and (reasonably) young woman who is embracing the writer within. I have the freedom to explore whatever takes my fancy in my writing, without the pressure of possibly alienating my audience or disappointing my readers. I have followers on this blog and on my Facebook page and I am extremely humbled by the thought that my writing is enjoyed by others, not just friends of family, but also complete strangers from all over the world, that’s something truly amazing . I guess though I do not feel the pressure to lock myself into a genre as it is not the same as people who follow the works of a professional author because they enjoy reading a particular genre. Perhaps my followers enjoy certain aspects of my blog more than others, but at this stage of my journey, the pressure is not there. So for the time being I will write what pleases me, I will write what inspires me, I will write in the direction my characters take me.

And now, in complete contradiction of freedom to write what takes your fancy, I finish this post and head on over to write a 1500 word critical reflection of an education policy document.

Enjoy your week,
KK

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The Fork in the Road

Hello Lovelies,

I’ve been having some difficulty this week with writing, even though I have three current WIP, I am having trouble finding the words to continue the story of my characters. I keep swapping from one WIP to another and back again, I write a sentence or two, then hit the delete button. I don’t want to use the term “writer’s block”, because many writers say there’s no such thing, so instead I’m going to say that my characters have been a bit on the quiet side this week. I won’t give up however, I keep pushing on, I keep on writing in the hope that the words I put out there, will be the right ones.

As I traveled back and forth between my different characters, I began to feel a little like I had a split personality, that was constantly shifting. I’ve spoken about this in other posts, the connection between a writers and their character’s feelings, moods and emotions. As a writer explores their characters, the connection becomes stronger, you get to know how your character thinks and feels, their likes and dislikes, what makes them tick. So, when exploring different characters my feelings, thoughts and emotions change depending on which character I am focusing on at that moment, hence, the split personality feeling, although I am also a Gemini, if you follow that sort of thing.

After going back and forth with different characters this week I was able to explore one of my main characters a little more. If you remember a few weeks ago I started what I thought was a short story, with the main character being a woman who had lost her memory after a tragic accident. I was able to find out a little more about this character and the difficult childhood she had lived. I was able to write a little more of her story as I explored the darkness of her childhood and what led her to make the decisions that would change her life forever.

I began thinking, what have been the moments in our lives that we made decisions that would change our lives forever? Sometimes they are major choices, other times they may be small things that change the direction our lives are taking. In my own life there has been some very major decisions I have made that have completely changed the direction of my life. Now that I look back, I may have done things a little differently, knowing what I know now, but I do not regret any of the choices I have made in my life, those choices and decisions make me the person that I am.

Sometimes the decisions we make are to consciously change our lives, other times our choices change of lives in ways we were not expecting. In December last year, I made the conscious decision to do something about my writing, while I am still very early on in my journey to embrace the writer within and I am yet to experience any real “life-changing” effects of my decision, I am happy in the choice that I made.

Now my lovelies, have a think, what have been the decisions you have made that changed the direction your life was taking?

Here I have a an excerpt from my not so short story, where my female lead is exploring her past the the events that lead to her life-changing decisions. Again remember this work is raw and unedited, it is simply a snapshot of what I’ve been working on.

Enjoy,

KK

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When I was a kid, every time something changed, things got worse. It was someone leaving, a new home, a new family and none of them really cared for me, they just wanted the Centrelink money or worse. Some of them even pretended to love me, got me presents, spoiled me even said the words I wanted to hear from a mum or dad. When I was very young I thought it was how people showed they cared. It wasn’t, there was no emotion in what they did to me. They hurt me, left their scars on me. I realised it wasn’t the love of a parent, what they did. I have never experienced the real love from a parent, but I knew that it shouldn’t hurt, it shouldn’t make you feel dirty or ashamed and it shouldn’t be a secret. I hated them, I was happy when I was taken from them, even though I was in excruciating pain the night I was taken away, I was still happy. After that though, the darkness closed in around me, I didn’t want to be sent to another home, I didn’t want to feel the pain of being hurt by someone you loved, the way a child loves their parents, but they never really loved me in return.

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