I have had a site since 2009 with novellas. Originally I wanted it to be a novel, but while trying for years I could never do it. It was not the first failed attempt at writing a novel, nor would it be the last.
However, this story spawned a lot of short stories – novellas.
And for that I am glad.
The original novel died, but instead something else was born.
However, I feel in too deep at the moment with work and family and so my other creative projects and future plans in general are … memories only.
Including my plans for more novellas.
I want to write more – but when?
Sometimes memories are all you have time and energy for, instead of creation of new realities. Despite what the gurus say you can and should do.
Sometimes that is just reality. For whatever reasons.
But I would like to start writing again – more novellas.
So how to do it, when there seems to be so little time?
Here are 3 thoughts …
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I was thinking one morning, as I sometimes do, with a vague nostalgia about the time I lived in the second largest city of the country. Over 20 years ago …
We lived three young people in a shared apartment and the days went by with me working in an after school club and then in the evening the two of us sometimes went to the cinema and to events about comics and movies.
It was a strangely laid back, optimistic and fuzzy time, and I think in hindsight it feels better than it was because I think of it as being young without much responsibility or much to care about, and that … is sometimes an alluring time to want to return to.
But, as always, there is a catch.
The danger of nostalgia
Sure, those were happy carefree times in many ways. But now – 20 years after – I have a great many things in my life that I did not have then. And I am not talking about material things.
For a side from a larger credit account in the bank and a student loan I am almost as rich – or as poor – as I was back then.
I have not been able to earn money at any significant level, mostly because half the time since 1995 I was a student or I was ill or I was traveling, but also because I chose to look for very specific jobs that felt compatible with my creative interests and idealism.
Needless to say, those jobs don’t grow on trees.
But I digress … for I wanted to say that I have so much in my life today that I wish I had had back then.
I have so much in fact that that makes my age as well as my receding hair line worth it.
Here is the most valuable thing I have …
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