A discovery of skill, talent and passion.

We all have our strengths in life.
Some people were born with athletic skill. Fit, energetic, competitive with a passion for the game.
Some people were born with a passion for science, mathematics and the world as a vast organism, living and breathing at this very moment.
As for me, over this last year and a half I have been discovering what my strengths are.
Turns out I always had them, I just didn't know.

A celebration that is more than just me.

If you're a regular reader (even though I usually only post once or twice a month) you'll know that quite often my posts are about topics of writing and language, some of which include work of my own. The amusing thing is that no matter what I write about, the point is that I'm writing and that still makes it relevant.

Today the topic is a little special; one that serves its purpose for what is to come at the end of the week.

A space in the creative cosmos.

We all have that space where we work that's OUR space. It works effectively for us because of its location, the surroundings or sounds, maybe even how it makes us feel. It may in fact be that there is a particular computer room at uni that just works better for you. It has a feeling of productivity.

The beauty of writing.

I have recently started reading the book The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde - as I figured I needed to catch up with some canon texts I never got around to reading over the years.
Now, this isn't a review at all. I just wanted to tell you about something that really stood out to me. There was this one quote that put everything I'd ever written into perspective and made it seem amateurish. I felt like it even explained to me what I was perhaps doing wrong with my writing.
And today, I am going to share it with you. Perhaps you may even know what it is.

An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. We live in an age where men treat art as if it were meant to be some form of auto-biography. We have lost the abstract sense of beauty.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Why hello there.
Sorry for my absence of 17 days. My world is just full of stuff (for lack of a better word right now). Haha.

I've just finished three weeks of shows; seven all up in the mean time.
I've been studying my ass off and meeting deadlines (I'm so proud, no extensions!)
Aaaaaand, I am also in the both fortunate and unfortunate position of being courted by two young gentleman.
Busy life, I know!

I figured I'd update, and leave you with a piece of my writing from the archives -
A textual intervention piece I recently just completed for my Professional and Creative Communications class. I essentially extended one of Aesop's fables - The Labourer and the Nightingale and added another bird - The Mockingbird!


Until next time,

♥

Drawing by Aneta

You know you're a writer when...

You know you're a writer when you turn everything in your life into a potential piece of writing, but it just ends up being an exaggeration of fact:

"Well, this one thing happened to me once. It was pretty serious. Hmm. That could make a good book."
"How do you do that..? (Googles) Aha, now I know, I might make it into a blog post and sound like an expert." 
"OH! That's emotive. I'll write a poem about that. Even though it was just really someone who said something insignificant I didn't like."
"Whoops, that was real stupid of me. Lets tell everyone on Facebook about it!"

My history succeeds me.

So, here's a little bit of history for you, readers.

Let me just preface this post with informing you how much I love history.
Discovering the origin of something, the deeper meanings, the reasons why we are who we are today just makes me so enthralled.