I’m trying to get back into writing my thesis after accomplishing an astonishing (to me, hurrah) number of 255 words. I should, when the day ends, write at least 1,000 words.
I lost my writing streak this afternoon, sucked into the vortex of the Internet, and I kept telling to myself, it’s okay, the day isn’t over yet and besides, I need the web to research stuff. Which is true, but I am easily distracted. I don’t have vices, but if Internet is an addiction (and it is), then that is mine.
I’m listening to Yiruma’s Love, which is an inspiring music. But it compels me to write narratives of literary nature, tackling on great and transcendent themes such as love and sacrifice, and not my academic contribution to the field of my chosen study. I’m writing now to gain momentum, despite its having no direct relation to my research. I’m writing now to motivate myself, with music, with action, with inertia.
(the music flows into Time Forgets, from the same composer. outside, thunder rolls after an afternoon of summer heat.)
(sometimes, i feel dried up from writing academic prose. all i wanted is to play with words, the flexibility of poetry, the beauty of language, of desire and longing.)