Resting...

Hello.

I wrote a paragraph of Chapter 16 and spent much of today applying for copywriting and marketing roles and regular part time work as it didn’t require so much mental strain. I know this is my mind’s way of telling me to chill. And yes, I am aware that this is ironic since I am writing this blog. But writing in a journal is much different to writing of piece of fiction. With the latter, you do need to pay attention to so many things that you need not care about when writing in a journal – rhythm, showing and telling, how you show and tell and the style of writing. Not only that, but for the novel, I am writing in a manner that is not so enjoyable for me to write in. Yes, I could easily write in this breezy conversational tone, but it doesn’t really suit a story that is supposed to be set in a sort of 15th century India (as one of my respondents put it).

I know I should not be slacking, since I had yesterday off. To be honest, the wedding was pretty boring. But then, what did I really expect, especially when I am attending a wedding where I do not know the bride or groom. I only tagged along because my sister-in-law was being very persuasive and it was the perfect opportunity to power-dress, the latter being the bigger motive. Unfortunately my dad and brother only gave my mum and me 30 minutes to get ready. Now for a guy, this may be more than enough time. But for a woman, it is the equivalent of forcing a guy to get ready in 30 seconds.

So unfortunately, I didn’t really have much time to sort out the jewellery (which I changed my mind about at last minute, opting for a yellow and black Kill Bill look, rather than the wishy-washy silver jewellery matching the embroidery). So I was forced to go to the wedding, with very little jewellery, which didn’t bother me much as I’m a very minimalistic person. However, tell that to my mum and sister-in-law and they’ll be gasping as though you have just told them that you have slept with 50 men in your entire life. In fact, they even offered me their jewellery to wear, because “people notice if you don’t wear jewellery and will feel sorry for you”. Well, I’ve been to a few weddings where I have been trinket-free and I have not seen any one give me an unblinking, glazed look. But just to make my mum happy, I agreed to wear her chunky gold bracelet.

Not much to report other than sitting down on a plastic chair and watching the groom stroll his way to the staging area, with drums pounding down your ear holes. Not to mention waiting in a queue for 15 minutes, until it was our turn to get some food, which I was told to wolf down, because the others who were waiting in the line need a place to eat as well. Then there was more sitting down and to be brutally honest, I was relieved when my sister-in-law and brother agreed that it was time to leave.

Now that I am back with my unstraightened hair and drab clothing, I will take today off from writing and pray that I will have some motivation tomorrow so I can get chapters 16 and 17 done by the end of the week 