I do hereby solemnly declare that beginning today, whenever there is free time available for a quantity surveyor like me, I will endeavor to write i.e. until I reach my desired average goal of ten thousand words every month.
Some of those narratives may sound awkward, incorrect, and if I fail in ensuring diligence in what I write, then I might offend other people’s philosophy and norms: for that I apologise in advance–this serves as my personal disclaimer to future blogs I will post here. I will take the said risk and write as long as I can write something on something: I do not care as I am fed up. I will write the way one will eat to their heart’s content when they indulge in excessive consumption in a buffet.
I am a quantity surveyor but not yet chartered at the moment (I am working on it). I will write some narratives I will come across in my line of work, as it occasionally entices my muse. Work, although I love it like a mistress, can sometimes be difficult and leaves you pondering the cliché, “I am only human.” Six days a week of writing the flattest of narratives at work, constant double-checking what you write because the only editor you have for your quasi-prose is your boss, simplifying and restraining yourself the urge to use adjectives and adverbs treading the borders of creative writing–it can burn you out and even yield symptoms of asphyxiation!
Just like any sport, this endeavor requires practice. It’s also like a diesel engine that needs revving up before achieving combustion. It will not be easy, but still, I will do it: because I’m fed up.
I will now embark on this personal journey hoping to find meaning in this so-called phenomenon known as life.
So help me, God.
Some of those narratives may sound awkward, incorrect, and if I fail in ensuring diligence in what I write, then I might offend other people’s philosophy and norms: for that I apologise in advance–this serves as my personal disclaimer to future blogs I will post here. I will take the said risk and write as long as I can write something on something: I do not care as I am fed up. I will write the way one will eat to their heart’s content when they indulge in excessive consumption in a buffet.
I am a quantity surveyor but not yet chartered at the moment (I am working on it). I will write some narratives I will come across in my line of work, as it occasionally entices my muse. Work, although I love it like a mistress, can sometimes be difficult and leaves you pondering the cliché, “I am only human.” Six days a week of writing the flattest of narratives at work, constant double-checking what you write because the only editor you have for your quasi-prose is your boss, simplifying and restraining yourself the urge to use adjectives and adverbs treading the borders of creative writing–it can burn you out and even yield symptoms of asphyxiation!
Just like any sport, this endeavor requires practice. It’s also like a diesel engine that needs revving up before achieving combustion. It will not be easy, but still, I will do it: because I’m fed up.
I will now embark on this personal journey hoping to find meaning in this so-called phenomenon known as life.
So help me, God.
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