April Gloom Writing Bloom

Woke up to gray skies and slight drizzles of water drops. The usual dark, gray parking lot appeared to have a shadow of dampness. Usually, the gloominess dampens the mood, but today, it feels unusually...clear? Soothing?

Ideas bloomed into my mind as I was falling asleep during the night, I feel determined to at least commit some of those hard-to-come-by ideas to paper today. I also sent out some letters to agents, here's to good karma!

Procrastination, an inherent human nature

I am having the hardest time convincing myself to sit down and write. Everything is acting as a distraction right now. At home, it was the dirty dishes, my pens needed new ink and suddenly, I felt the need to make the bed. At the local cafe, people's conversations always find a way through my earphones, which were in place to block out the outside noise. I purposely left the house to stop myself from cleaning everything possible to avoid writing.

Procrastination, an inherent human nature,

no?

The reason why I finally decided to start this blog is to create an outlet for novel writing. I've finished a young adult story which I'm in the process of trying to get it published. And rather than just waiting for something to happen, I'm going to start on another writing project.

Is it natural to find it difficult to start on something new when the old hasn't gotten anywhere yet? I love writing, I love reading, that is why I'm doing this. But is it normal to feel dejected, when nothing has really come out of it yet?

I know I won't stop because of a little pebble, I think I just need to let the words come out and worry about the rest of everything later. I have the drive, the ideas and the ability. But I am just having the hardest time concentrating.

Must. Convince. Self. To. Settle. Down.

Perhaps I need to pull a Henry David Thoreau and get myself a cabin.

Don't forget to wipe your feet...

After reading "The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club" by the ubiquitous Charles Dickens, I knew I had to snatch up the title for a blog.

A blog, really?

Of all the things I could name; a stuff animal (Picky, for short), the plant nearing the end of its life on my balcony, or....a blog.

Then I realized, it wasn't just the title that caught my eye, it was the life within those words. The people who represented the "Pickwickians".

So what is The Pickwickian Life? It is...

To follow the traveling footsteps of Samuel Pickwick, the founder of The Pickwick Club and his fellow Pickwickians; Mr. Nathaniel Winkle, Mr. Augustus Snodgrass and Mr. Tracy Tupman. It is their goal in life to make journeys to the remote places of England and report on their discoveries to the other members of the club.

"I am ruminating," said Mr. Pickwick, "on the strange mutability of human affairs." "Ah! I see — in at the palace door one day, out at the window the next. Philosopher, Sir?" "An observer of human nature, Sir," said Mr. Pickwick. "Ah, so am I. Most people are when they've little to do and less to get." - Chapter One, The Pickwick Papers.

So here will be my own narrative of my own journeys with my fellow Pickwickians. I hope to meet my very own Samuel Weller and rejoice in his various sayings and inspiring quotes. I also want to avoid any devious mischiefs that may be caused by the Alfred Jingles of my travels.

I hope to create memories of all the characters I may meet in life, to tell the stories of the hearts and minds of people, and to explore what is beyond the windows of technology that seems to be caving much of society today.

So join me, have a cup of tea and rest your tired feet upon the newly upholstered footstool and become one of the members of The Pickwickian Life.