more thoughts

Wanted to write this morning after a long break from writing. But ended up wasting time on emails and facebook. After paying my bills online, I'm now too muddled to write. So I thought I'd drop a note here instead, just so to keep myself writing. My sister has gone to Las Vegas with her boyfriend, and the one week break I was planning is now looking like it will just be another lazy week. Had some thoughts lately. Thought of thin walls and a lace curtain lit from within with a soft yellow light. Thought of several story ideas, but none of them very developed yet. Finished Madame Bovary and am planning to read more classic works. First James Joyce, then maybe some VIrginia Woolf. I am quite sick of the American realists that I've been quite into the past years, but their terse language and taut stories are getting a little much. Maybe it is time for some indulgent experimentalists. I usually don't do well with fancy writers, but let's see. I once read somewhere that one had to mature before one can appreciate James Joyce. I remember reading Finnegans wake when I was nineteen, twenty? Didn't get the thing at all and returned it to the library. I'm going to try Ulysses this time, and we'll see. Maybe it is simply a matter of taste. I am reading Joyce's Dubliners and liking it very much though. Perhaps, I just a more conventional turn of mind when it comes to storytelling? I don't know, there's still so much I have to learn about myself. And the elusive thing called voice--I'm pretty sure I don't have it yet.