The Scribbly One

Insomnia: Standing on the brink of sleep but never quite falling in.

Dear friend. I heard that some apartments have 972 square feet. I’ve only got two feet. What do I need so many feet for? By the way, how are u?

Only a male would send a text message as lame as that.

Yes, the same male who sent this one.

Characters are the most important aspect of a novel to me. They must be strong, vulnerable and flawed to be believable.
- Theresa Michaels

I think the temptation is to make one’s characters perfect, or at least free from suffering. Unfortunately, real people not only aren’t perfect, they also suffer. It is difficult to make one’s characters suffer, but needs must.

I wonder whether companies read their own PR spiels. This is from a company that sells a high-end brand of bottled mineral water - let’s call the brand MW, for ‘mineral water’. Watch them wax poetic about their new packaging:

The bottle now adopts a slender and ergonomical shape…

The Oxford English Dictionary defines ‘ergonomic’ as

1. The study of people’s efficiency in their working environment
2. Designed to be conducive to efficient use

How efficient can a bottle be?

With the new bottle, discerning consumers are better equipped to experience MW’s distinctly natural taste and its healthy detox benefits without any hassle. It ensures that your body gets the unique MW healthy treatment whenever and wherever you need it.

Spiels like this bring the term ‘bullshit’ to a whole new level. I am reminded why I swore I would never go into PR - firstly, kissing ass stinks, and secondly, bullshit also stinks.

I have finally met a person whose thinking is even more convoluted than mine - quite a feat, considering mine is already convoluted beyond all imagining.

Note to self: One should not tell too many people about one’s anonymous blog lest one might wish to bitch about any of the people whom one has told. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Ten days. Ten days of silence. I seem to go through periods when the creativity is simply bursting out of me and nothing can stem the tide of words. I write furiously, then the well dries up and I am left wordless.

It hasn’t helped that I’ve been feeling as if my life has run away with me lately. Or, more accurately, run away without me.