Writers block is something that challenges anyone who writes regularly. It’s spontaneous and can occur at any time, often with no warning whatsoever.
The point of doing anything is the end result of personal satisfaction, apparently.
For me, however, not everything seems to satisfy me and instead, satisfies the needs of others around me for what only appears to be a short term basis before they begin to degrade my response. My situation isn’t unique. Personally, I’d describe it like a series of steps. I share a particular step with a few, or on a larger scale of thing, a lot of people. Each of us have our own agenda, our own ambitions and ultimately, we are all different people. My person, or the person within me, is not only looking up at the next step and figuring out how I can get there, but also looking at the step below and lending that helping hand to those who need it. Continue reading
It’s something we all end up enduring at some point in our ‘social’ lives, social being the prime word there as while we may all think we’re chatting to our mates across the internet, in reality we’re sitting alone in a very dull room with nothing but our iPods keeping us from going insane.
It improves by friday of course, with the familiar #FF to anyone on Twitter, and for those of you who aren’t on the site, why?
#FF is the one day of the week that is filled with a glitter of hope as we well and truly feel social and popular. The more times you’re mentioned, the better. But, without sounding like someone who wants to ruin our new year on what is only the 2nd January, you’re still alone at your desk, typing away on your laptop.
Or perhaps you’ve gone out.
You’re sitting in a pub, restaurant, on the train, bus or in the back of a taxi. Somewhere. You’re surrounded by people, but you’re face is glued to your phone. You’re texting, updating your Facebook status, tweeting away to a growing number of ‘followers’, or just a list of weird usernames that people think are imaginative.
Now this is the point where I’m going to get weird. So there was no apocalypse last month, but the world is kind of ending. A world where people chat to each other in person, having real life conversations.
People question today’s youth and their ability to speak properly – and it’s true. Abbreviations that are used in mobile communications are now being used as figure of speech. Is this the new normal?
I bloody hope not.