Blogging, Obsidian, and why I want a bunny
I do some gardening
I've discovered a strange thing about me I'm not sure I've seen other writers have, or at least those I know. I don't do any sort of planning. No outline, no idea journal, no notes or anything. It's just me and the raw words. When I blog (which I'm doing right now), I only start a new document in Obsidian and write whatever's on my mind. I switched to Obsidian from MS Word from MonkeyWrite, and I have been freakin' loving it. I no longer need to use stupid file explorer to organize my writings.
I also use this raw approach to writing my fiction as well. I'm currently writing a space opera and I'm literally making things as I go. New technologies come to my head as I'm mid-writing. Of course I need to edit later in my free time, otherwise my stories would look like jumbles of words and sentences patched together by some stupid retard.
I remember Brandon Sanderson, author of Tress of the Emerald Sea, saying something about writers. He said all writers were of two types1:
- an architect: someone who plans before the actual writing begins, like world-builders who draft an entire world before penning the story. Or:
- a gardener: someone who writes with the flow—no planning, just the words in the beginning, then they do all the exposition as the story progresses.
Okay, I love Obsidian
It's not been very long since I have started using Obsidian, but I can say I have fallen in love with it. It's so simple and the UI is so refreshing, compared to the clunkiness of MS Word. I also like how Obsidian is more of a community tool, all one-hundred-percent free for individual users, while MS Word is another wrench in a capitalist company's toolbox. Not only does it cost a heck ton of cash, but I also don't trust Microsoft, although I use a Windows laptop. Well, these are my circumstances. I was thinking of getting a Mac when I get older. Sleeker, smoother, and doesn't freakin heat up so quickly. But Apple is also another capitalist company, so maybe a Linux? I've heard they're very customizable which means it could meet my digital minimalism needs.
I've been reducing the number of distractions in my life, and honestly, my life is quite boring now. Sorry, I meant to say very boring. I don't do much. I'm creating a habit routine, where I do the about the same things pretty much everyday in the same order. It's so damn boring!
Okay something new
Okay, for all my blog posts I write them between the period of at least three days. Sometimes four. That means my writing can seem fragmented at times. Paragraphs might give off a different tone because each day is not the same. Sorry for that. (;′⌒`)
I wanted to say that because after I had finished writing the 'It's so damn boring' paragraph, I finished my blogging for the day. The next day I did something different, so my life isn't all so boring. I went to buy art supplies at a nearby store (my parents are forcing me to do art as they see some form of promise in me), and we also bought some groceries. I almost always stay confined in my apartment, so the day wasn't all that bad.
However, some serious construction work began that day, so that was really freakin' annoying. Look, I respect construction workers and their hard work, but could they please work like ... quieter. It's hard to study with all the noise. They're breaking some boring apartment house—I went near the site and saw broken pieces of concrete near the ground—and are going to replace it with another bland apartment building. Could someone, for the love of God, do something with all these apartment buildings! They're so unattractive. More like concrete cages than homes, and I have to live in one. I feel like a mouse. A very timid one.
Kitty, kitty, kitty!!!
The cat's worried with all the new noise. I feel bad for her, not knowing what those demonic banging and hammer-hitting sounds are. I sometimes wonder: would it be alright to be a cat? Food at your disposal. Kisses and so much love. No predators or worry to mate. Humans to bite the hell out of.
Although, being a cat seems depressing in some sense. One could not be truly conscious of the human world, nor could one understand the human beauties: art, science, novels. Besides, being a cat would mean I'd have to stay in an apartment like most of the time. I've heard some owners allow their cats to get out of the house and roam around, killing birds and hanging out with the neighborhood cats. That's quite dangerous in a city, but in a safer place, say a rural environment with a fence or perhaps a town, I don't see why not.
I'd also have to be at the mercy of my human owners, but honestly, it's really the humans who are at the mercy of their cats. I can't annoy my cat too much, or else I'm going to get scratched or bit in the arm (or worse, in the ankles). Ankle biting just hurts. In a view, I'm a bit scared. My cat doesn't play nice, but really which cat does play nice? I assume none.
Bunnies q(≧▽≦q)
This is why I want a cutey little bunny when I grow up and will be, God-willing, financially independent. Bunnies don't have sharp teeth so I assume their bites don't hurt that much, and they definitely don't have claws so I don't need to get worried about scratches. Besides, they're more chill creatures, unlike my cat who has to run a marathon around the apartment every time we feed her. I think it's because of all that energy she gets from the food at the instant. Bunnies also have really cute ears! They're soft as well because of all that fur.
We used to have pair of rabbits back in our first apartment in Dhaka. It was, I think, the first year of our staying here after we left Florida. They were ... well, they weren't really cute. It were their red eyes that scared the hell out of me. Their fur wasn't so soft either, if I remember right.
I didn't at all like the fact our rabbits were nearly always kept in a cage. That's wrong. Pets should all have the availability of the entire home as their territory. They're animals so they need space to live and be happy. I surely wouldn't like the fact if I was a pet and kept in a cage. I'd find death better.
So, yes bunnies. Potty-trained bunnies as well, because I am, in no way shape or form, stepping on one of their ball-shaped feces with my bare feet. I don't care if it doesn't smell that bad compared to other animals. It's eww and all poop is and will never be step-worthy.
Thnx for reading ( ̄y▽, ̄)╭
I remember he attributed the idea to George R. R. Martin, author of The Game of Thrones novel series.↩