Inspirational 50 Pages

Buena Vista!

Today I woke up with a feeling I've had on several occasions. I felt like the whole day was in front of me and I had all these exciting things I could choose to do. I could work out, do yoga, paint, write, read, go to Chinatown again (Hey, how did that pop in there?). Usually reading is at the top of my head. Usually when I read I feel I want to write. It's part of that 'I know I can do better' kind of feeling mixed in with a sense of wanting to create something. Anything. And when I usually read, before I go to sleep, it's kinda hard to just pick up a notebook and write. Not because of the actual hardware. I own an Asus mini-notebook, so nothing should be easier. It's the excitement that keeps me awake for hours once I actually start writing and I can't use that at 11pm.

So, I think it's my unconscious me saying I should read in the morning to get juiced up to write directly afterwards. Cuz if I don't, I just procrastinate and before you know it it's lunchtime and then nothing gets done. Take today for example. I woke up with Nancy and Alex, ate breakfast together, and then I thought: let's go straighten out my computer a little bit. You see, yesterday I reorganized my workspace, moved my old desktop I had in Ireland to the living room (part of me always wants to access Imdb when watching a TV show or movie, but it's also nice for Alex to play his on line games on, without disturbing me) and unhooked all my electronics. Kun-A, our maid and nanny, swept up all the cobwebs and dust and mopped the floor so I was set to go. But, after an hour or two of reorganizing and setting up a fresh workplace (and it does look nice), I started surfing the Internet.

This is always a bad thing. Once you surf and Tweet and check your Facebook, LinkedIn and Gmail, you're another hour down the road (if you're lucky). Of course I also needed to authorize the (un)necessary upgrade downloads and then I couldn't resist checking out the news on BBC, BoxofficeMojo and Movieseer (for local listings). Whyyyyyyyyyyyy? It's now almost 10 and I'm no further. Sigh. I need to read and then write. Pure and simple. So what am I reading? Just another young adult novel that gets rave reviews and probably deserves it, even though I know I can do better.