This week it is my turn to post on The Book Notes Project. I have also posted it here for your convenience (and I’m too lazy for two posts in one day).
“We’re all stories, in the end.”
The Doctor says this to a sleeping young Amelia Pond in the Doctor Who episode, The Big Bang. He is on the wrong side of a crack in time that’s rapidly closing and his story is about to end. He’s sharing it with one last person in the hope that he would be remembered.
I don’t know whether Steven Moffat intended it this way when he wrote it, but this line gives us a way to look at our lives – as stories. Continue reading “Make it a good one”
I went for a walk this morning. Both my studies and my writing are frustrating me to no end at present, I haven’t been sleeping well and I’m starved for human contact. Walking rather than working seemed warranted. Usually I walk to the shops when I need to get out of the house, in a straight line with a clear purpose in mind. This time I followed my feet.
My wanderings took me to a second-hand bookshop – the only one in my town (sad thought, isn’t it?) It’s not a very big bookshop. They don’t even arrange their fiction by genre (except for romance which has a whole wall for itself – guess that tells you all you need to know about my town). They do, however, have two sections for English fiction. Continue reading “On loving what you do…”
Doubt’s a terrible thing, isn’t it? You have a decision to make. You think about it long and hard. You might even pray. You calculate the cost, seek wise counsel and finally you’re ready to take the plunge. You set things in motion. You pass the point of no return. And then one small, insignificant, possibly completely unrelated thing happens and you’re thinking, what’s the point? Why do I bother? Won’t it just be better to pack up my things and go somewhere else? And suddenly you’re not sure. You wonder whether you had made the right choice. You start second-guessing yourself. Continue reading “On Doubt”