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viernes, 11 de enero de 2008

Demands


AAAAAH! I am finding it very hard to be unsociable. I have stopped going out to my regular bar with partner to watch Real Madrid. Now as more people arrive for hols and want to visit me it´s very difficult to say NO, I can´t I am busy. They think I can´t possibly be busy, but I live here and am not in holiday mode. Is it your illness they ask, NO it isn´t my illness this is with me forever and I try not to let it interfere in my life. I AM GENUINELY BUSY.I am writing , this is not seen as something to be busy with.

Anyway dear friends and family, I can give you some time but not all of it, understand my need to write and be patient. I love you all.

domingo, 30 de diciembre de 2007

Years End

Another year passes, and it must have been the most unproductive year for me, but in the last days I have started to get order with my papers. My promise for next year is WRITE. Easier said than done but I have to make myself productive, and try to do one thing at a time, and only wonder when I have a mental block, as a distraction. My aim is to commit myself to a certain amount of hours, uninterupted, and finally pull all these papers together, and end up with one finished piece instead of 12 unfinished pieces. we all have resolutions whats your and are you going to be able to keep it???
Oh and a very happy New Year to anyone who visits my blog and those who don´t

miércoles, 21 de noviembre de 2007

Sometimes it´s necessary to say NO!


I had promised myself 4 solid hours pulling together the book that I am working on at this moment. No TV, no music, only the babbling sound of the Buddah water fountain and the sweet smell of incense...Sounds good? Well it was, until the telephone rang some twenty minutes later.It was a friend who "was on her way to visit me!" without invitation.Why can´t I learn to say no, in fact why can´t I scream and shake my hands in the air and shout NO! I could, but I never seem able to.

On arrival and seeing the paper everywhere she uttered"oh, are you writing?" "Yes" I said throught gritted teeth. As she pulled a bottle of red wine out of her bag she promised not to stay long. My heart sunk, and I am sorry to say, I never got to write, clear my thoughts, make notes or anything I had promised myself to do. Seet FA.

So Dr House, whats your opinion on why I can´t say No?.