I promised myself that once I had linked my WordPress site to my domain name I would start blogging regularly again. It’s been a hard several months since I got the news about iWeb wrapping up. The news, although given with plenty of warning and no real cause for panic, really knocked the blogging mojo out of me. Yes, it was iWeb’s fault. Not mine. Nothing to do with the busyness I’ve been indulging in this year. I am an innocent victim. Stupid iWeb.
Anyway, we’re up and running again and now I’m committed to getting some momentum going and sticking with it. Yessirreee Bob. I’m doing it.
What is this blog about? I hear one member of my mental panel asking… The answer is, it’s about whatever I feel like writing at the time of writing. One day it might be about motherhood. Another day it will be my thoughts on theology. Or swimming. Or a particularly interesting episode of Locked Up Abroad. Today’s post is a clearing-the-throat post. It’s been a while since I last posted, so I’m just going with the flow right now.
My husband Tom is a terrible and awesome blogger. He’s awesome because he blogs some very deep, thoroghly-thought-through ideas that really provoke his readers to further thought. He’s terrible because he really labours over each blog post and hates the process to the point of being grumpy for most of the blogging day, making my day trickery than need be too. He’s a perfectionist. I’m not telling you this because I’m in the mood to have a moan about my husband, I’m telling you this because he and I are very different in this area. I am not a perfectionist. I am not labouring over this blog post in any way. (other than having to go back and re-enter the u’s in laboUring because of the American auto-spelling-correcter). I’m flowing. I’m just typing whatever comes to mind.
Now, I’m not saying that I’m better than Tom in this regard. He’s actually much better than me, he definitely has many more people reading his posts than I do, but what I am saying is that it’s okay for different types of people to do the same sorts of things in their own different ways. I think that’s what I’m saying. Or else maybe I was just trying to say that I have no qualms about blogging semi-thoughts with very little preparation and the route of bringing up Tom in order to contrast myself with him just took my fancy. Yup. That one.
So, this year has been jam-packed. I’m beginning to wonder if this is what growing up is all about – just cramming more and more and bigger and bigger things into life until finally you start getting really tired and your hair either falls out or turns grey. Don’t get me wrong, I have pretty much loved the things that have been taking up all my time, but I do often need to pause and catch my breath just so I can keep up with it all.
I have completed my Masters in Creative Writing at HK City U. I’m really happy about having seen that challenge through to the end, and even happier with the grades I got. The next challenge is to keep writing and get to the end of the book I feel I am supposed to write. I’m about one third way in now… and it’s been… um, about five years in the writing…
This is one very good thing about writing. I think that very few really good books get written very quickly. Okay, for the sake of sounding like I have a backbone I will say I don’t think it’s possible to write a really good book really fast. These things take time, either time in the physical writing, or time in the mental percolating. Unlike music – if someone catches wind of the fact that the trend is moving towards say, accordion and harpsichord combos, then it’s not hard to run home to Garageband and have your new release out within the hour…whereas, it is quite hard to fast track a work of the literary arts. Maybe. I have no backbone.
When I do this —- it means I’m moving on to something entirely different.
The other night I went to a random networking function at a bar in Wanchai. It was the meeting for a society that I got membership to by taking a test. It’s a very elite society that apparently people strive very hard to be a part of. I went along to the test venue for the heck of it, because something in my gut persuaded me to go along. It turned out that I got in to this club, which was nice, but here’s the kicker – they discourage members from telling others that they are members. hmmm. So, um, what’s the point of trying to get in the club then? I’m pretty sure it’s a big social experiment masterminded by some cruel character with a fluffy cat on this desk. So, because of the guidelines I’ve been given I will not go into what the club actually is, but I will say that I find the whole thing very amusing.
Anyway, I went to Slim’s bar next to Pacific Place 3, and sat outside for about an hour, reading a book, and then revving myself up to go in and mingle with a bunch of complete strangers. I hate small talking. I’m not very good at it. I can fake it sometimes, but other times I’m very very bad at it and I end up saying stupid things and wanting to die, and the biggest problem is I can never tell which way it’s going to go. Finally I went in and found the table full of members. I identified them as the right group by recognizing the club’s logo inconspicuously placed on the table between beers and a basket of peanuts.
I introduced myself and then waited for an opening into a conversation. The group was of about 15 people, all Chinese ranging from about 18 to 40, except for one Brit who was probably in his 50s. It turned out that this guy, Simon, had been traveling in the Philippines with the Welsh Male Voices Choir. As soon as I found this out I knew I was going to be okay, and that I was glad I had gone along to the meeting.
The WMVC had been good enough to come to sing at my father’s funeral in 2008 and Simon had been one of the singers there too! What a small world. I guess HK is a small place, but it was just very nice to find that connection in the unlikely setting I was in. Hurray.
Okay, it’s 1am and baby is crying. Better end there for today.