Writing and Reading

I have loads of notebooks from over the years and while I find that I have been repeating myself as if I am asking the same questions, I know that I still haven't found the answers that I'm looking for.

Recently I've been reading books in a different way or rather I keep a piece of paper at the back and note the page number when I find a turn of phrase that I think expresses that longing or a possible answer to the questions that I have.

Perhaps I am looking for answers but also find a pleasure in the recognition of an emotion or sensation or experience in the act or deeds of another.

I have a strange aversion towards reading fiction by female authors almost as if I won't be able to identify with the characters that they have written because they are not men themselves. Whilst not a strict rule it is one that I seem curiously to stick to.

My intake of fiction also goes through various spurts of reading to periods where I will stop or read parts of Art books again maintaining the habit of noting interesting passages by the page number. Again this interest in art and the process I think is tied to this quest for answers.

There are certain writers of whom I will read their books as soon as they are published but I am overwhelmed by the sheer volume of books that often I don't know where to start in the fiction department.

I have friends who feel I should consider pursuing some sort of writing but I don't have a story to tell at this moment in time.

I'm not sure if this is the kind of thing that I'm meant to be writing in regard to being tagged but I did enjoy giving it some thought.

What I do know about blogging is that I enjoy the process when in the case of this post I have made this text up as I go along like a freeform ramble.

Bad Blogger

I'm afraid I have not attended to my Blog nor have I been attending the Blogs of others.

The funny thing is I do wonder what you've all been doing every now and then.

And I know I should check in and see what's surprised you, pleased you and amused you.

Some of you I have on Facebook and others I wouldn't mind adding if you'll let me.

Tired now but will hopefully write properly soon.

Not so interesting - it's all about me.

I know one should not compare one's achievement or lack of or life with others but we invariably do so.

I really have not been doing anything of interest that warrants a blog nor reading by my few visitors.

I rarely date keeping myself to myself mainly believing that nobody could actually be interested in somebody that has no real job nor lives in a place of his own at his age.

I enjoy finding myself in works by other people because it means I'm not the only one. What I mean by that is recognizing a situation in a book or drama as one that I agree with or might experienced too.

I don't think I'm as clever as people tell me and don't trust those that say that I am.

I am not that clever or else I wouldn't be unemployed.

I am not as motivated nor inspired as I half remember being.

I do wonder what went wrong and where I lost my way.

I realize that I repeat myself and not finding new ways to change my situation.

I am still looking for answers but have i found the right questions to ask?

Up and Running

Well, I'm back online now.

Do all of you have the latest 'rooster' for better WiFi connections? This is what my father thought a router was called, really.

Things are still not quite falling into place in terms of finding a life that I can call my own and be satisfied with.

There is way too much self-analysis going on here but in the meantime I'll try to come up with more on here and start reaqquainting myself with those of you still here.

Things I've been enjoying or enjoyed:

1) Playing Scrabble on Facebook.
2) Seeing Torres adapt to the Premiership.
3) The Bourne Ultimatum.
4) I'm sure there's more but I can't be bothered to think too much right now.