melle_chantilly

Health

I went back to the physio today! Did a pretty good workout (not too hard on my arms/shoulders but totally obliterated my abs and legs). It's nice to have a "coach" because I can't really muster the energy to workout on my own right now.

Music



Listened to IAMX, The Klinik, Celldöd, Desiderii Marginis...

Photography

I took some photos of myself (NSFW for some). Here's one that is modest enough:



Writing 

The little bit of erotica I wrote is up! Thank you Math, Josefien and anatsuno  for the proofreading, corrections and encouragement! :)

Bath done! Awwwwww. :) 

Also, I want to write again (this journal is a good start!), draw again, and sew again. Go me?

I'm off to bed to start that Hugh Laurie thriller. Dunno if it's any good, but Hugh Laurie! Yum!

Edit: Really not fond of the writing so far.

 *cough* Hello? *cough*

Wow, I haven't written about myself for quite a while now! I update regularly my professional blog but it isn't really about myself. I must say I generally feel quite self-conscious when writing, whether it is in english or in french. Probably less in english since it isn't my native tongue and I can more easily forgive my own mistakes.

It boils down to that: I've always considered myself like a quite literate person, I love reading, I used to write quite a lot, I've studied literature at uni for 4 years. But I have actually all the shortcomings of someone interested in literature and little of the qualities. My writing tends to be unnecessarily complicated, my sentences are 3 or 4 sentences awkwardly melted in one, and, in the end, I can't convey much emotion, except maybe boredom?

Ha. Great introduction to gain readership, amirite?

I think maybe 5 years ago I finally faced the fact that my writing sucked. And it's sad, because I think that in real life I'm a witty and funny person. So, 5 years ago, I decided to quit over-complicating. Try to make shorter sentences. Even sentences that aren't really sentences. To write like I speak. I started working on a short novel. The beginning was promising. Well, promising to be better, in comparison to what had written before. I never finished it.

I think I'm not interested in writing fiction any more. But a journal...

I am at a point in my life where my work is starting to take a lot of place. It is amazing, fulfilling, but I must not let it eat me alive, I need to compartmentalize. My work started like a hobby, so it was entangled with my intimate life. Now that I'm actually running a company, I have progressively limited the amount of personal information I'm sharing on my pro accounts on the various social networks I'm on. Now, I'm mostly sharing trivial and fun stuff. The more personal stuff has nowhere to go anymore. It's been a few days, when I got to bed, that I felt the need to write about myself. So, I've opened this new shiny blog!

We'll see where it goes...

PS: finding a new username! Nightmare!! I don't think the perfect one will dawn on me like magic, so I've picked a rather rubbish one. It's really not to put my real name up, so it'll do.

PPS: there will be loads of friend only stuff, so leave me a message if you want to be added. I'll add friends or personal acquaintances mostly.