Life’s little ironies
How ironic. Just when I vowed to say less, I have lost my voice.
Defraying and behaving
I think it is time for a bit more introspection. I need to be a better listener rather than a talker, which is very important in this job.
Writing on a high
Today, due to multiple illnesses attacking my body all at once, I was prescribed a cocktail of medication.
Also, due to deadlines which never go away, I had to sit down at home, on my day of rest, to finish some work.
Of course, it is always never nice to get writer’s block with a looming deadline.
So I swallowed all the medication at once (with food of course! This is a public service warning to kids that you should always listen to your doctors) and never felt so ‘high’ in my life.
I sat down to write thereafter, and lo and behold, my writer’s block was cured.
Now I know why people get addicted to narcotics and why Slyvia Plath writes so well.
I also discovered that falling sick is pretty common in an office that is under-staffed.
How do I…
Sensationalise my writing?
A comment from my editor about how I should jazz up my writing style a tad bit, just to capture the emotion of the piece.
I am so afraid I can’t do that anymore, without descending into my bad days of purple prose.
I am so used to writing which is pared down. So used to just getting the facts out and so used to using active voice.
Blah, I am a lame duck in this. Though I always aim to please. 
