After having spent the last few weeks- for the most part- at school and doing homework, I haven’t made much time to write. Coupled with Avenoir Magazine, this blog and The Drowning Gull, I’m not left with much time to write to scripts and stories I’ve been planning. There simply isn’t enough time to write for myself.
I’ve been told I should get used to it. That this is what the next few years of my life are going to look like: overwhelmed by studying and working, without much play involved. More thought attributed to HSC, ATAR, planning futures. I’m not arguing against securing my own future– more so against how it tears a person’s personal life to shreds.
Being deprived of writing is like being deprived of food. The longer you go without food, the more your thoughts turn to it. Crave it. Hallucinate about it. It’s like those TV shows- I think even The Simpsons did this- where a character is so hungry that the people around them turn into slices of pizza or hot dogs on legs.
Of course, there’s writing for homework. I have two assignments for which I have to write narratives (if you’re interested, I’ll post the stories in a few week’s time). This “mandatory” writing has its limitations, and only makes me crave leisurely writing more. Some of my symptoms:
- Constantly thinking about writing
- Refraining from opening a word document
- I would sacrifice a whole night’s sleep to write, if eagle eyes weren’t watching me
- Compiling a to-do list of stories/ scripts to rewrite
- Actually considering forgetting about homework and just having a binge-writing session
- Mood swings
- This blog post
If you’re a writer looking to get your work out there, I run a literary magazine called The Drowning Gull. I’m especially enthusiastic about discovering emerging writers (and will consider just about anything).
Thanks for reading!