WRITING: Voices

It seems so strange sometimes, to write in here when I am a different part of me; meaning, than what came before.

Spinning is not a developed voice, but voices.  Often I wonder if I should open separate blogs, not just the extra ones I have for holding stories, but for the different sides of who I seem to be.  Although the categories somewhat separate the topics and thus the personalities, this post for instance, seems to ramble into territories where perhaps my fences cannot hold the voice within.  There always was a separation between my writing and my oratory styles, and though each has changed a bit–perhaps to reach a compromise of formality that’s closer in the use of language, they have instead forked off as well and onto different paths so unrelated to each other that at times I read what once was written and–if in contradictory mode–cannot believe the words have come from me.

At any rate, I’m preparing for several journeys simultaneously, so maybe the several people that I am are better suited that I should be alone.

Silent Hill 2 is one, and I am returning to a point just prior to danger that I remember from a guided tour a month ago. 

And McCarthy’s Suttree has been selected as the quiet reading space I have set forth in time.  Oh yes, I shall fill in with short stories since I seem to have a backlog of so many, and since whatever practice I have now in multitasking has brought with it some advantage over single-minded study. 

I need work in the frameshop to complete what wasn’t finished prior to the Christmas rush, and count out inventory for year end as well.  But that is no longer pressured, stressful or time-dependent so I can as well play and read in breaks. 

Computer-wise, I need to adjust the color and the size of Spinning to fit my new computer; such lovely varied shades of celery on my old one plays out steely cold and sterile on my Dell.  Plus there are those new programs I need learn to play with as they’ll figure into my writing from now on.  (And SIMS, don’t forget the SIMS! somewhere a child within me hollers out.)

A few other household chores like organizing the cellar and making drapes for the living room are on my list, but these are not overwhelming as they seemed to be before.  The new year is a mental state of mind, and I am drawing on it strength and enthusiasm for all I face ahead.

The semester that starts around the third week of January is one I am delighted and excited about–Creative Writing: Fiction, and History of Western Civ II. 

And finally, I am recalling several January deadlines for submitting writings that I intend to meet if I am comfortable enough with what I have to finish up.

Strange to me though, this writing voice I use to tell of homey things.  But then again, sometimes the creative muses must get practical as well.