It’s not the end of the world…

Well, it seems the Rapture has passed us by, for the umpteempth time. Students here have been worrying more about their impending exams than the end of the world, at any rate.

Lately, I really need to follow my own advice about looking for quintconsequentials. As I said in my last post, life has been getting rather stressful lately, and the little things have been getting washed out to sea by my own personal, rising tide of exam stress.

I’ve had a few today, though. A blackbird sang to me at head height, not two foot away as I walked to the library. Hearing just how much noise such a small bird could make was amusing.

I know it’s a sudden change of subject (this is a blog, after all) but I had a look at my site stats today. It was a little disheartening, but hardly surprising considering the amount of time I’ve been putting into my writing lately. I’m using my break from writing lab reports as an excuse to write this, and I’m very glad I did. It’s calmed my nerves already; it’s brought a small, satisfied, cat-like smile to my face. It’s nice. Nice to be able to have a little eye-of-the-storm where I can put down anchor for a few minutes, before being swept up again into that maelstrom, Life.

In writing this, I’ve just reminded myself that perhaps it’s not the end of the world, after all.

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Beginnings.

Quintconsequential. A funny word that popped into my head at about half three in the morning. I’ve featured a definition at the top of my page ‘The Spark’, but basically it describes those moments of grace you feel arising from something seemingly insignificant. Like watching the steam rise from a fresh cup of tea. Waking to the sound of birdsong. A slight glance and a warm smile from a complete stranger.

I could go on.

These transcendent snapshots, the all-consuming feeling of utter contentment… That is what strolled into my head at some unholy hour this morning. And so, here I am.

To be fair, this blog is not exactly a snap decision. I’ve considered writing one for years. In the last week I decided to knuckle down and get on with it. Then I was delayed by that unavoidable tribulation, the hunt for a perfect name. But finally, I have arrived. Hopefully I’ll be updating on a reasonably regular basis, but I may need a gentle poke here and there to stay on track.

You may be wondering what this is all about. Well, it’s a personal blog, so expect many oddments and tweaks. My main aim, however, is to regularly write. As a developing writer, there will most likely be several excerpts or short pieces of fiction, or possibly even the odd poem. There will, of course, be posts about all kinds of other things besides.

I hope you, my audience, enjoy reading this blog as much as I enjoy writing it. And remember… enjoy life’s quintconsequentials.

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Disclaimer:

'Quintconsequential' is a word of my own invention, despite the definition in the style of the Oxford English Dictionary featured on the site. By all means, use it, whisper it, shout it from the rooftops. But please, remember that you heard it here first!