Even though it sometimes feels like yesterday that I’ve returned from Africa it has been a whole lot longer than that. Without going in to much detail, living has taken the backseat, especially the last few months. Focusing too much on work and the things society demands of a human being in the 21st century to survive. Surviving is not enough.
I just returned from a great vacation on the Greek island of Crete and it reopened my eyes. Time to turn things around. One of the things I haven’t spend enough time on is this blog and the book I’m still thinking about on a daily basis. The loss of my notebook doesn’t make it any easier to kickstart creativity, but the positive vibe I brought back surely helps to nudge me in to a direction. Time will tell if it’s the right direction but at least I’m fed up with standing still and got the energy to do something about it.
After being absent from my own writing for this long the first thing I started out with was re-reading that what I already had. I hope I’m not sounding cocky, but it’s actually quite good and I’m almost ready to put down new content.
I’m currently cutting away as much negativity from my life as I can so I’ll be having more brain capacity to focus on the things that matter to me. Friends, family, travel and writing. The last two can be perfectly combined and the more I think, talk or write about it the more energy I get to make it happen.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Bumblebee is ready to take me on a grand Euro tour after the winter, but that still needs a lot of preparation. I’m transforming my two wheeled steel steed to a mobile office using Raspberry Pi’s.
For now I just have to hold on to this energy, keep crossing things off from my to-do list and slowly move to become the person I want to be.
So my previous post was a 2014 recap, that ship has sailed many months ago but is still taking up my ‘last post’ space. Why? Because I’ve been so caught up in things that need or have to be done I don’t have much to report on my writing.
The short version is that I haven’t written a single word contributing directly to the story. Something which pains me big time. Last January, when I was visiting London, I bought myself an old fashioned notebook, which I carry around every day. Even though I’m an IT guy it feels satisfying to actually put stuff down on paper.
When I look back to the things that I’ve added the last couple of months I’ve got a slight bit of hope that I’ll be finishing my story eventually. Besides the countless To-Do’s we all have, there’s actual story material there. That little notebook is my lifeline to writing. It is always there and ready to preserve my many brain farts in written form.
Work is chaotic at best and on top of that I’ve started a small business with some friends. social obligations take up a lot of time as well and I’m in full bro-support mode for the last couple of weeks. Apart from that I like to think that I’m entitled to a bit of ‘me’ time to recharge my batteries and when all those things have been taken care of it sometimes feels as if I have to start over that whole process again.
So I’m sorry if you were hoping for the next big thing. For now I just have to cross of the next thing from my To-Do list: Buy a new motorcycle, because I managed to break my first loyal steel steed…
Motorcycleblood alongside the freeway.
New Bike! I’ll call him Bumblebee.
But peeps, there’s always hope no matter what your goals are. As long as you keep your little lifeline to the things you want to do most, eventually you’ll get to the end of that seemingly endless tunnel.
Everyone thanks for your support in likes, follows and comments for now 🙂 Time to get to the end of the tunnel. *edit: added picture of new bike*
Although I’m not from ZA, I totally get it. After my year in Jo’Burg, I do have to tell myself the place where I’m at now is ‘better’. Safer, prosperous opportunities, the usual. I just fell in love with the country.
After reading your post I had the urge to quote and comment on just about anything, so this is the better option. Except for this one:
‘South Africa is a wondrous fuck up: a country with a big heart and big problems.’
Thank you for making me LOL 🙂
A South African woman came by my brother- and sister-in-law’s bakery in Billeberga, Sweden the other day and mentioned that she’d heard of another South African (me) who was flitting about town.
And as the story goes with most South African expats – she proceeded to make a case for why her and her husband had left their disastrous, God-forsaken country and immigrated to 1,100-strong Billeberga, where it’s safe and clean and where life couldn’t be more perfect. A place where people live equally, work hard and leave their front doors open at night.
“We love Africa but it hurts,” she said
The final straw — she told my brother-in-law — came when their young family fell victim to crime – for a second time.
Ja, ja, it’s the same spiel we hear from South African expats the world over but heck! I don’t want to judge her when…
When we read a finished story, whether a thousand-word piece of flash fiction of a thousand-page novel, we perceive it as whole. It’s similar to the way we see each other. You don’t think of your friend as a collection of distinct elements. You don’t perceive her as a particular combination of skin and hair and eyes, scarf and jeans and shoes. You don’t see the individual bones, muscles, or cells that make up her body. You don’t consciously perceive all the discrete events and experiences that make up her personality and character. You just see Jane.
Stories are like that. We experience a story as the sum total of its parts. And, as with a person, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Still, those parts are there. Without them the person or the story would not exist, at least not in the form you perceive.
These mighty creatures are in the nightmares of the gods. They’ve slain many of these theological beings during an ancient war. Although they lost the races they seeded the world with, they haven’t been defeated. The known world ends at their border with a giant magical barriere.
This ‘wall’ has been erected by the gods themselves.
Just your average medieval John and Jane Doe’s. It is mainly the culture and history that differs from our own reality. In short you have two main ‘factions’.
There are the Kingdom folk and the Humandi. The first is more of a traditional kind of culture with a mix of Roman/Greek Culture as well as Dark Age and Renaissance influences.
Their religion is based on Roman and Greek mythology, but I’m trying to give it my own flavor. This faith is what started the ancient war that drove the Orinas from the known world. The more the people believed in these new gods, the more powerful they became.
The Humandi are a different story. Their lifestyles are more connected to that of the Inca’s. An agriculture/warrior race of humans with all sorts of traditions. Since magic is a relatively common practice in their lands, the lords of The Kingdom haven’t dared to conquer their territories.