5 posts tagged “mood”
Si j'avais pu choisir entre moi et autre chose
C'est un peu moche à dire mais j'aurais pris autre chose
J'y pense assez souvent et je commence à m'y faire
Quand j'en aurai le temps...
je finirai même par me plaire
(Jeanne Cherhal - Voilà)
I feel numb. Alone in a crowd. What was the point? Do we lose our time, or do we build up? I want to believe I've learnt something about this, and not just aged in the process. Memories added to fleeing ones, need for a transition time. That's it: transition time. Now let's take a step. Further. And another.
Sometimes I wake up at an early hour, what I call in French "les petites heures du matin". It's still night, more or less. And it feels like hope has deserted the Earth. The atmosphere is heavy from despair, absolutely not a thing seems worth entering the upcoming day. I think these hours have been called by writers "the hours where death comes". No wonder.
It lasts one minute or one hour. Then I go back to sleep, or get up, and it's usually enough for me to have a good day.
Boo, this is dark. Let's conclude with an optimistic note: I'll show you what happens when you choose your socks in the dark:
Thank you Mother Nature for giving us sight on top of touch - touch is not enough to select socks in the morning.
Just read this about writer's block. For me there is this special writing mood: I need to feel not too good - exuberance or even happiness is not a right mood too write - and not too bad - when I'm completely blue, I usually can't do anything productive. It's this intermediate mood that's the best, when I can imagine feelings and behaviours, understand mine own and put myself in other ones's shoes.
Inspiration comes to me at night, in this semi-conscious state when even the foolest ideas seem interesting to explore. Should I have the same idea coming to me during the day, I would put it aside as a stupid one or would be ashamed of it. I usually imagine whole sentences in my head and will remember them in the morning. And if it starts being too long, I force myself to get up and write it all down at once.
These imaginative states sometimes find me during the day. A long journey by train or car, for instance, can work. But it's rare for me to sit down in front of a blank piece of paper - or screen - and start writing without at least one line all tied up in my head.
