I am writing this following a period of appreciable mental strain.
Now, entering a time where the chase of the novel does not serve to fill the gap, I find strange tendencies come to the fore, old habits trying to force their way through new neural pathways. Such is the affliction of the cerebral-
Nah. If you’re a Lovecraft fan, you will have recognised the above as being fairly similar to the opening lines of Dagon. While I am not hastily scrawling pages while bemoaning my lack of forgetfulness inducing opium, I do feel a great deal of loss.
I’ve been off the radar, or under it as you will, for a while. Coming back with the odd poem has greatly heartened me. The deluge style likes of my fellow bloggers of said poems is fantastic for any writer, especially one such as myself who has only recently come out from under that cloud of ‘appreciable mental strain’. So, thank you. :)
The reason for this is studies. Teaching English as a Foreign Language, of TEFL, to be exact. I began around the start of this year, 2014, and finished about two weeks ago. I felt as though I had left it a bit late following my 3 day classroom portion, but I managed to complete the course 3-4 days ahead of the end. Nevertheless, I strove mightily, writing a few hundred words of prose in the morning (sometimes more), and then studying for some hours during the rest of the day. It wore me out.
Little writing projects did I take on, and I found my style growing, my capability expanding. Of late I wrote about a South African expatriate in Birmingham, basing almost the entire story on real life events that I have experienced, or have been told. Now I write a tale of wizards in a far off solar system. It focusses on the Triad style aspects that John Woo is such a proponent of in so many of his films, including the facet that burning tobacco heals all wounds; it’s a fusion aspect, one in which I seek to unite various stories from many mediums that I feel aren’t lauded enough, due to the formats of media they are in.
The prospect of leaving the country, getting a visa, doing a new CV, are all frightening. Enquiries of a friend are leading my mind toward Indonesia for a first teaching experience.
I know this, my friends, there is a Wide World beyond that of the stereotypical Office Trap, and I want to see it. To live it.
Wish me luck!