I wonder if i have made the concept of my blog clear enough or if people happen upon it and think: 'why would I want to know how to be confused?!'
Let me explain; I have created this platform for myself to be able to write and share what ever I come accross or think about as part of a great big journey to one day become a published writer. Not necessaryily by profession but by long-nights and hard work.
Basically I'm trying to portray that each hurdle or detour along the way should not be seen as a delay but rather as another piece of the puzzle toward building who you want to be. Tres philosopgical ey?
Now, I seem to have made a habbit of not comitting to writing frequently enough, but in the last couple of months I have been able to express my creativity with photography on instagram, such fun. I may have started going overboard... Also, since univercity I have worked as Front of house at Searle's in Greyton, assisttant at La Creuzette and production assistant at Ginkgo agency each of which kept me very busy and questioning my need to write. I now work at Site Office which is a daily adventure. I have my mind focussed on other things. I dont make the time to write.
Maybe you can let your imagination run wild; read through this slowely and colour in the outlines Im laying down for you.
I frequently walk up and down the lower streets of Cape Town's CBD. I take the myciti bus when Im happen to be on their schedule (their fantastically on time). Last week I strolled up Long street from the Convention centre and just after passing the long ques at the SARS building, when you get to the third street vendor, on his left is a shoe vendor repairing souls and stitching. His work was being marveled at by a man in a wheelchair with no legs.
The builders I work with on site are remarkable men also. I spent one Saturday pulling the main power cable through a parking lot for an office we're buidling. Like a 100mm metal pipe. Oupa from the site is teaching me Xhosa.
I think I have writers ADHD. I lie, im just lazy. Im a typical victim of the online generation, we get bored easily. Right?
Let me explain; I have created this platform for myself to be able to write and share what ever I come accross or think about as part of a great big journey to one day become a published writer. Not necessaryily by profession but by long-nights and hard work.
Basically I'm trying to portray that each hurdle or detour along the way should not be seen as a delay but rather as another piece of the puzzle toward building who you want to be. Tres philosopgical ey?
Now, I seem to have made a habbit of not comitting to writing frequently enough, but in the last couple of months I have been able to express my creativity with photography on instagram, such fun. I may have started going overboard... Also, since univercity I have worked as Front of house at Searle's in Greyton, assisttant at La Creuzette and production assistant at Ginkgo agency each of which kept me very busy and questioning my need to write. I now work at Site Office which is a daily adventure. I have my mind focussed on other things. I dont make the time to write.
Maybe you can let your imagination run wild; read through this slowely and colour in the outlines Im laying down for you.
I frequently walk up and down the lower streets of Cape Town's CBD. I take the myciti bus when Im happen to be on their schedule (their fantastically on time). Last week I strolled up Long street from the Convention centre and just after passing the long ques at the SARS building, when you get to the third street vendor, on his left is a shoe vendor repairing souls and stitching. His work was being marveled at by a man in a wheelchair with no legs.
The builders I work with on site are remarkable men also. I spent one Saturday pulling the main power cable through a parking lot for an office we're buidling. Like a 100mm metal pipe. Oupa from the site is teaching me Xhosa.
I think I have writers ADHD. I lie, im just lazy. Im a typical victim of the online generation, we get bored easily. Right?