December 6, 2018 in Dag

My mind ran away to join the circus

Running away to the circus.

It seems like a romantic idea. Turn your back on all the pressures of the regular world. Enter an alternate world, where every day is an exciting adventure. Travel to exotic places, never spending more than a few days in any one location. And spend your time providing amazing entertainment involving tricks and feats of tremendous derring-do. What could possibly be better?

November 29, 2018 in Dag

Being subversive by not being subversive

It seems that the big thing right now is pushing the edges as far as they can go.

You see it everywhere you look. Whether it’s in books or movies or TV shows. Not to mention routines by comedians. Wherever there’s a boundary, it needs to be pushed. Wherever there’s some kind of public or community standard, we need to throw it out the window.

November 22, 2018 in Dag

I’m afraid of not finishing

There are many things to be afraid of.

Lots of people are afraid of spiders and snakes. I would classify myself as one of them, though probably not at a debilitating level. Put something slithery or creepy near me and I suspect I’d quickly move myself away, but it wouldn’t cause a complete breakdown. I don’t see it as a phobia. I see it as basic common sense.

November 15, 2018 in Dag

I’m not a morning person – but I’m not an evening person either

Some people are morning people. They jump out of bed, exultant at the prospect of a new day. Energy bursts from them as they leap into whatever tasks they need to get done. Before the sun has barely risen, they’ve ticked off half a dozen items from their to-do list without even raising a sweat.

I’m not like that. I don’t rocket out of my bed, as if a flame has been lit beneath me. I’m more likely to drag myself up, one foot slowly sliding to the floor after the other. With bleary eyes, I stagger to the shower. I may get a few tasks done before noon but only if I really push myself hard.

November 8, 2018 in Dag

I’m not blocked. I’m just daunted

One of the hot topics that always floats around writing circles is the idea of writer’s block.

It’s always a biggy. Just what is it that causes the creative juices to suddenly stop flowing? And more importantly, what are you supposed to do to get them started again?