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I am feeling ambitious. Ever since the day before yesterday I have this urge to complete my goals. I was happy going to sleep early last night. I will not go out now until I find some room of my own. I've been calling a lot today but didn't have any luck. Tomorrow at dawn I will get the newspaper which contains the city's biggest list of shared accommodations and hopefully then I'll find something. I've been lazy enough already.
I bought a book called The Australian Writer's Marketplace. It contains a list of magazines, journals, poetry publications, literary contests and all other courses and organisations any writer in this country may need. I selected 10 or so literary contests I will compete in with deadlines ending at the end of this year. Short stories and poetry mostly.
I had an idea for a short story yesterday, and I started writing down numerous amounts of ideas and plots for my main character(s) to have. The more I wrote, the more ideas that popped up, the more I envisaged this short story to become something bigger - a short novel or a full one, who knows? It showed to me that I am having ideas, that coming here was a good idea (despite all that I have to miss) and that I actually AM able to focus on my writing. There is all this postmodernity in the story which will become sort of mixed with the ideas of the picaresque novel of the 17th and 18th centuries. The story now bears some ideas which are as twisted and sick as any other of the short stories I have written. I like it and that is something new. I am going to start developing it, setting up a plan, expanding on it, and see where my "character" (the "" are essential) takes me. I will need to do a bit of research on mental illnesses and disabilities to make everything feel realistic. I will have to do research in a perfect setting (I first saw Sydney as a perfect setting, I'm doubting though). I have the time, I have the time.
oh
Feel my stream of ambition,
somebody called it a revolution once,
and
listen to my wind today:
I
AM
GOING
TO
MAKE
IT
*EXCLAMATION
MARK*
I bought a book called The Australian Writer's Marketplace. It contains a list of magazines, journals, poetry publications, literary contests and all other courses and organisations any writer in this country may need. I selected 10 or so literary contests I will compete in with deadlines ending at the end of this year. Short stories and poetry mostly.
I had an idea for a short story yesterday, and I started writing down numerous amounts of ideas and plots for my main character(s) to have. The more I wrote, the more ideas that popped up, the more I envisaged this short story to become something bigger - a short novel or a full one, who knows? It showed to me that I am having ideas, that coming here was a good idea (despite all that I have to miss) and that I actually AM able to focus on my writing. There is all this postmodernity in the story which will become sort of mixed with the ideas of the picaresque novel of the 17th and 18th centuries. The story now bears some ideas which are as twisted and sick as any other of the short stories I have written. I like it and that is something new. I am going to start developing it, setting up a plan, expanding on it, and see where my "character" (the "" are essential) takes me. I will need to do a bit of research on mental illnesses and disabilities to make everything feel realistic. I will have to do research in a perfect setting (I first saw Sydney as a perfect setting, I'm doubting though). I have the time, I have the time.
oh
Feel my stream of ambition,
somebody called it a revolution once,
and
listen to my wind today:
I
AM
GOING
TO
MAKE
IT
*EXCLAMATION
MARK*
