it hasn't been easy to keep up with writing this memoir because my office work has taken over. my writing cycle has been inconsistent and i realize that if i just focus on office work and not find a way to balance everything out by continuing to get in touch with my writer's voice, i will lose it. i am glad that i discovered another resonant voice today in katherine mansfield. i hope i can discover her more and i hope i'll have enough time to discover more about writing and this journey to find my authentic voice.
speaking of voice, last night i spend almost the whole night in bed trying to drown out the demotivating thoughts of the office place. verbal scrimmage with a manager has been disheartening. i cannot engage with her in reason. so i laid on my bed waiting for my muse to arrive but my mind was too locked up in this place it was hard to pry things open. what is a good exercise in keeping the creative mind absorbent? should i scratch some words on my journal everytime i hear about the news of her incessant complaints? should i etch her name on a post it note and insert it in my prayer book hopefully to symbolize that i am lifting up alms for her troubled soul every minute of the day?
it's troublesome. it's knock the wind of my chest. and i need to learn how to counter this at all times because i know i will always face these things.
anyway, so i was laying in bed and chatting with adrienne. we had a lively chat about possibilities and visits. i am almost determined to find my way to europe next year. i am hungry for experience. the writer in me feels too locked up.
i listened to some music and tried to sing along to songs. almost really making the journey of discovering my voice a real one. i was literally trying to discover my voice. on paper. in sound. and i sang some songs over and over and never really felt comfortable while i was at it. i don't know my voice. it's unfamiliar. but someday i will.