Words Are Not The World Life is good. Sometimes I get inspiration boosts that are so strong that it’s almost magic. I do some random stuff and get ideas from the random stuff I’m doing. I go to bed and get ideas. I wake up and stay in bed for a while in the morning and get ideas. I’ve been keeping a journal next to my bed for a long time, but in the last few days more pages have been filled than in the last few months. I don’t know where it comes from. My brain is probably making up for the last weeks that I’ve been spending without writing anything of significance. Well, I wrote a few poems which is probably more significant than I think it is. I never write poems. But I felt I should try because my emotions were a mess which is a very good start for writing poems. Anyway, I’m currently on the wave of inspiration. I enjoy writing for multiple characters. Unfortunately those characters I currently enjoy are more others and less Mizahar characters. Hm. I’ve also been looking for pictures and found some amazing stuff on Deviantart and one or two other sites. It’s amazing how inspiring pictures can be, even if they don’t depict your characters. Sometimes I feel the saying is true: A picture tells more than a thousand words. I’ve also written a few short stories over the last few weeks and I hope to send them to various competitions after having shown them to my personal critics. A girl I haven’t spoken with forever has emerged out of university a couple of weeks ago. She wanted to restart her old RPG website and forum, but couldn’t find enough people who were still interested in it. Well, since I was a part of that forum back then we talked and we still talk. I see her on MSN regularly. She’s such a nice and friendly girl ... and she gives excellent criticism. We exchange stories and critique them which is neat because I haven’t practiced dealing with criticism for quite some time. I’ve been focusing on writing and defeating writer’s block. It seems that writing is going well enough, so I can try to focus on improving my writing style and the way I tell stories now. I really want to grow as a writer and with her reading my stories I can probably improve a great deal until I’ll have to take that entrance exam for Creative Writing in June (or was it July?). On another note, there are two options for Austrians who want to study in a city that’s not their home location. They can either rent an apartment which I imagine is difficult for someone who has never done that before and doesn’t even live close to the city one wants to move to. The other option is a dormitory. The word doesn’t seem fitting, because I feel that it’s so much more than a place where you can sleep. It’s the place where you live, where your friends live, it has a kitchen and living rooms and I think it even has a sports room. Of course, there will be parties too. Well, thing is that you have to apply to various dormitories and hope one of them takes you. Thursday I got a letter saying that I was accepted. Great relief! I don’t have to worry about where I sleep anymore! And the dormitory is in the heart of the city, only a few minutes away from the university. By foot! I can even walk to uni and don’t have to spend an hour of commuting per day like I do now. That’s awesome. I plan to take my bike with me so I can cycle to uni and back and be flexible and cool and stuff. I also got a room I have to share with some random other person, but I don’t mind. Not yet. Besides, students in their first semester rarely ever get single rooms. Yup. If there’s anything else I wanted to talk about, I forgot it. I’m actually procrastinating right now because I should study for the Ancient Greek exam that is tomorrow. But I don’t want to. I’ll only take a look at the grammar and read through all my notes once again and be done with it. I know that I can’t fail in Greek anymore, so who cares...? Really, it’s the last high school exam of my life. Another thing that has been delighting me lately is playing the violin. I’ve been playing since I was 7, then I took a break of four years when 13. Now I’ve started again which means I’m in my seventh year total. Seventh or eighth, I’m not sure. So that means I’m quite good at it. Last week my teacher and I have started working on a piece by Vivaldi. It’s from Winter of the Four Seasons, a Largo. It sounds very easy if you just listen to it, but it’s actually very difficult... and I greatly enjoy mastering the technical part and putting emotions into the melody. I love it. I love music. How could I ever stop playing the violin? I really want to find a new teacher in Vienna, and a good one, no music composition student or something like that. No, I want a teacher who’s at least as good as my current one. I’m even willing to pay for it, and I hope I can afford it. Anyway, here’s the piece I’ve been playing: |