Journal

Times Of Change

The End

On Friday, I took the last paper, which went reasonably well. As well as could be expected, I guess. And with it came the end of the term, which was a strange term, to be fair, but I suppose I should be glad that it’s over. Except that I’m not. Not really. Things will change from here, more than they’ve ever changed from semester to semester in the past, and it’s a little frightening.

Certainly, there are specific personal reasons that I didn’t want this term to come to an end. Sometimes it feels as if I’ve got things I’ve to say, and have yet to say, and I’ll never get a chance again.

All To Do

In the meantime, the holidays are here, and in this very brief break, I’ve a plethora of things to do. I’ve got to meet friends; I’ve got to work on a new project; I’ve got to plan stuff; I’ve got to get a haircut; I’ve got to go photographing; I need to see the dentist; I need to buy presents; and on and on. I started with a list of five things and that’s since exploded into an enormous litany of obligations.

Hard Work

Speaking of writing, I tried to write a bit over the weekend. It’s hard. It’s harder than I remember it. Part of it is probably because I’ve not been writing very much; and it usually takes a bit of work to scrape off the rust on my imaginary writing joints. But I think it’s also how I’m writing in a fashion (and with a setting) similar to The River, except I’ve changed quite a bit since then and I’m finding it a bit hard to go back into the same sort of groove. It doesn’t help that Bukit Merah was a complete departure from the tone and style of The River, so I’m as far removed from that approach as I possibly could be.

I don’t have anything concrete now, so I’m really just putting words together in the hopes that I can unify it when I get a better sense for what it is I’m doing. In the meantime, I can only keep at it until it sorts itself out, or until I get a better idea and change my mind.

Shopping Suggestions

If you missed it, I put up my Christmas gift suggestions up there.

Now, I better start on my list of obligations and start packing my room.

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