thoughts.
(broken down into think pieces)
Fleishman is in trouble
This series is not what I expected it to be. Without watching the trailer and delving too much into the story prior to watching, this series did exactly what I’ve been wanting a series to do - it healed me and bridged the gap between the overproduced coming of ages stories and the sometimey lonely love stories of the pensioners (respectfully).
Love: the driving force of every story
Think of any film, book or theatre production that doesn’t have an ounce of love in it - yeah I know, it’s kind of impossible right? I stand by the title of this post quite proudly because I know its true - love is the driving force behind every story ever told (and due to be told) because love is the driving force of life.
A generation of mothers: Where do we go from here?
I have often wondered what I would be like as a parent and I mostly thought I would be the detached disciplinarian. The one no one can mess with, the one who would pick up her career right away and not hesitate to compromise, but here I am, 4 months after giving birth and wondering If I am even ready to start writing again.
2020: The year of time
Writing about this year was always going to be through retrospect, it’s fake to say that it’s challenging haven to experience the realities of last year and be expected to write it in real time, when emotions, thoughts and logic weren’t fully explored - too much of life was happening for any space of it to be written about.
Must I write in a vacuum?
For a while now, I’ve been having trouble writing stories. It seems like the only thing I can formulate together are my thoughts, but they’re not translating into stories, scenes or characters, it’s just all me. These words bouncing around in the emptiness of my brain, while the insecurities of not ‘making use of the time’ ricochets back and forth with it, are all roaming free and unhinged - I don’t know what I am doing, but it feels like I’m meant to be doing something.
Film Review-ish: Uncorked
‘Uncorked’ - a beautiful, simple and mediocre film. Calling a film ‘mediocre’ isn’t always seen as the biggest compliment, however, in this casee it is.
Why I write
I’ve spent a good majority of my life using writing as a tool to release what I’ve been holding in. My words have had to go somewhere, whether it was on the side of bookshelves, bathroom walls, stollen notepads from the school stationary cupboards or in my diary - it was all a way to release, be free and be present.