I wonder if today's weather might have in some way influenced my story...

Wonder if today’s weather might have influenced my story in any way…

I think it’s become pretty clear that my day job is becoming a hindrance to my writing. At least when the objective is to write a minimum amount every single day. I guess I could just quit my job and become a full time writer, but then again I would probably find some other excuse, like how difficult it is to write when it’s cold and rainy and you live under a bridge.

I actually had a couple of classes cancelled today so I ended up getting home pretty early and on my way here I thought how lucky I was! Today I won’t reduce myself to writing at midnight and being super-cranky! So I got home at about 5:30, turned on the computer, sat myself on the sofa and began procrastinating. I read a couple of interesting New Yorker articles, an old interview of Terry Pratchett by Cory Doctorow, checked my Facebook news feed, checked my Twitter notifications, read some other blogs on WordPress and all in all managed not to write a single word for three full hours.

Then the love of my life got home and I admitted that a) I was feeling uninspired and b) I was hungry. We ended up having dinner watching last week’s Doctor Who. And I thought, this is it. I’m actually going to sink the project this time. So I went anachronistic, grabbed a notebook and a pen and locked myself up in the only room in the house that provided no distractions: the bathroom. There I sat, pen resting on my lips, cogs turning in my head, just the sound of the rain and passing cars to keep me company

I wasn’t surprised by the outcome. Just like yesterday, I apologise in advance for the lack of editing. I’ll try to fix these over the weekend.

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Hello, world


Milcah Marcelo circa 2012. Nowadays I’m less red and sparkly.

Back when the internet started, that was what every first post was titled. I’m all for the classics. This is going to be my nth time trying to keep a blog/journal/whatever. I’m not particularly optimistic.

In 2001 I started a LiveJournal. Do you guys remember LiveJournal? I don’t. I think I started off as a semi-regular blogger, and then drifted off. I tried other services since. I even have a tumblr. How blogging challenged must a person be when they cannot even tumble? Neil Gaiman tumbles. And tweets. And keeps a blog. And posts contributions to The Guardian. And writes successful novels. I can only imagine that he has a team of at least 10 PA’s (all dressed as Death, obviously) doing all this networking for him or I don’t know how on earth he manages it.

But I’ve noticed that lately I need my own place to let out what I think. It’s the only way I know to keep sane. The alternative is to go to the IMDb message boards or read YouTube comments. And I assure you, that does not keep anyone sane.

I go through phases.

Sometimes I just post loads of photos. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. And shootshootshootshootshoot. And then I stop.

Sometimes I tweet like crazy everything that I happen to be reading/watching/hearing/thinking. And then I stop.

Sometimes I pin stuff on Pinterest, and I’ll spend 2-3 days in total awe of what you can find on the internet. And then I stop.

And then I vanish, for extended periods of time, and the only updates from me are actually automatically uploaded by my music player.

So no, I’m not particularly optimistic. As a matter of fact, I’m not entirely sure of what I’m gonna do with this blog. But I guess it’s worth a shot.

Hello, world.

My name is Milcah.

I’m just a girl, waiting to happen.