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March Wrap Up

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This might be a little melodramatic, I'm just in that kind of mood.

March felt like everything happened at once. A blur of people, of conversations, of not having enough time and, of feeling overwhelmingly, and somewhat perplexingly, like I actually had a life. I went along to events, I actually talked to strangers. I've found so many interesting people to follow online. I've joined things and volunteered. It is exciting and terrifying.

This month has held a convergence of unexplainable things - decisions, plans, choices - all merging together, knitting me into a person who does the things needed for the life I want to lead. the anxious part of my souls asked, when will it fall apart? "the centre cannot hold" and all that.
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Despite this niggling in the back of my head I am trying to take life as it comes. Semester is well and truly underway. I've written an essay on ebooks, I'm working on a reader's report on My Brilliant Career. I have started learning HTML on Codecademy. I've heard three brilliant lectures by Linda Jaivin about creative non-fiction, and found she is the most fabulous person.
Easter filled me up with hot cross buns and family. I remembered the joy of Easter hymns reverberating through my body, forgetting the failings of my voices and delighting in the music and poetry of time-tested songs. I ate a lot of carbs and fell in love with my beautiful new niece.

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The niggling is always there, as I work through what it is I want to do with my life, it is a shadow telling me not to bother with plans. But for the first time in many years I have been thinking a lot about being a writer. I am a reader. I have always strongly felt it is a key identifier for me, much more so than writer, though I have been writing for nearly as long. I write but I don't call myself a writer. Part of it is shying away from pretension. I don't want to be Franzen. Part is that there are so many other things I want. I'd pick reading over writing any day. I want to be an editor. I am interested in so many parts of book culture, book industry and it's hard to put in the single-minded focus writing often requires.

Anyway, this last month has had a bit of a shift for me, I guess reading doesn't have the risk that writing does for me, I know I can read well. And the only person who needs to say so is myself. But somehow I'm feeling braver about things. If I was to caption March I'd say it was a month of actually doing things and actually writing.

This Month I

read:

This fantastic interview with Steve Silberman about his book Neurotribes, which I really want to read now.
In Cold Blood - Truman Capote
Proof By Seduction - Courtney Milan
A Corner of White - Jaclyn Moriarty
The Cracks in the Kingdom - Jaclyn Moriarty.
Found in Translation - Linda Jaivin

watched:

This fantastic slam poem about the discourse on millennials by Lucy Moon - I Am Not A Millennial
Season 1 of BBC gritty detective show Luther on Netflix
Season 2 of Black Comedy on ABC, a kind of stetch comedy show created by and for Indigenous Australians. Great to see good representation and its really, really funny.

listened:

BitchMedia Popaganda and BackTalk podcasts
Women of Jazz Spotify playlist
Blue Neighbourhood (Deluxe) - Troye Sivan

went:

Independant Publishers Fair at Noted Festival
Better Read Than Dead High Tea
Sydney Story Factory (volunteering)

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