It’s been ages since I’ve written anything in this little corner of the internet that is entirely mine. Not because my life hasn’t been interesting or filled with the brim of new situations, but mostly because I am lazy and also unsure how much even the most dedicated reader (okay, the second most dedicated reader, my mum does not count) would get out of reading about me working a regular job, slowly advancing there, and generally not doing much with my life. But all that is about to change! Or at least for a little while. For it is time for another awesome trip to a slightly more exotic corner of the world!
Heute bin ich seit vier Wochen in London. Und wie das häufig so ist bei so großen Veränderungen im Leben, scheint es gleichzeitig schon viel länger und doch erst viel kürzer zu sein. Irgendwie habe ich mich schon vollkommen angepasst und trotzdem immer noch nicht eingelebt. Und seit Wochen, also praktisch seit meiner Ankunft hier, will ich auch unbedingt mal über mein neues Leben bloggen. Aber irgendwie komme ich einfach nicht dazu. Hier also die absolute Kurzfassung der letzten 28 Tage:
I know I promised to once again write more often here, but as usual that is not quite working out the way I planned. So instead of quickly knocking something together that is really to embarassing to be published, like I did last week, here are some other place on the web where you can tide yourself over with tiny bits of my eccentric writing.
The following is the beginning of the prologue I wrote just now to a story that has been floating around my head for longer than I can remember – four years at least. I like the story, but I somehow could never bring all the pieces together even inside my head. My working title was and still is “My Second Life”. It’s a silly title and I need to come up with something better soon before abandoning the idea completely, but it’s the only title I have right now so now it’s public. The subtitle is “A Tall Tale”. The point is that the entire story is beyond ridiculous. It’s silly. It’s preposterous. And I think it’s a lot of fun.
But I fear that I may be alone in that assessment. There is no way anyone would ever want to read and, more importantly, publish this. Furthermore, I was worried that people would think it was autobiographical. So it never bothered me much that I couldn’t make it work quite right in my head. And so the bits and pieces of it I’d written over the years just sat around on my computer and didn’t amount to much. Until I had an idea for how to start the other day and decided to just give it a go and see where it leads me. Please understand that this is a very, very rough first draft. I wrote it in under an hour just now. There are many things wrong with it. But I thought it might be fun to put on here. Also, this is only about two thirds of the prologue. The rest gives a much clearer indication of where the story is headed and I don’t want to share that quite yet. So basically, this is a pointless exercise in patience. Read on at your own risk.
When I started this blog, more than five years ago, I had no idea where it was headed. I wrote about all manner of things, but mostly about film. I wrote literally hundreds of what I called “Minute Movie Reviews”, starting with Bottle Rocket and culminating, years later, with The Good German. I wrote about other things as well, but that was merely a sideshow. It was all about film. I wrote about the writers’ strike in Hollywood. I wrote about the Award Season (And for those that read German, I urge to again remember why the Golden Globes are no indication for the Oscars and are actually worthless.) . I wrote about films I particularly liked and even tried a more scholarly approach to them, once. The first Fabricated Truth was all about film.
This lasted for nearly three years. Three happy, fruitless years of consistent movie watching and misery. After which time, I went to Australia. The language of the blog changed to German and I wrote about my life on the other side of the world. I wrote about my travels. I wrote about my jobs. I wrote about my personal life. Or lack thereof. I even wrote about my struggles with depression and other, even more tedious forms of mental illness. A blog that had been about something I loved had turned into one about something I lived. The second incarnation of Fabricated Truth was all about myself.
I left Australia months. I came back to my native Germany six weeks ago – almost to the day. And on here, it has become quiet. Not a single word was written, let alone published. Well, this is about to change. (In roughly three minutes as I write this, once I click “Publish”.) It is time for Fabricated Truth 3.0, for the third attempt at this blog (not a blog, I’ve written others before and since). I’m not sure what it will be like. I’ll try to write about this and that. I’ll try to switch between languages every now and again. I might even add a third one, if things work out as planned. (Which they won’t, but still; it’s nice to dream.) I won’t make any promises I can’t keep, but I’ll try to write something at least twice a week. Not on a fixed schedule. Not to a deadline. Not with a word count to strive for. Just whenever and whatever springs to mind. There will probably be some stories of my trip(s) which have never made it on here. There will be the occassional movie review, if I feel the need to add something to the noise. And there will be a reprise of something that was a part of the first Fabricated Truth: fiction. I’ve written stories before, and some even on and for this blog. That’s something I want to do again. And hopefully, that will contribute to a new dawn for this little corner of the internet. It’s time someone switched the lights back on around here. And since I’m the only one with a key, it has to be me. I hope you are prepared for it.
I have been in New Zealand for less than 72 hours. In that time, I’ve seen the biggest city (Auckland), quite a bit of the North Island (from a bus window) and now the capital, Wellington. And after spending just one day here, I have to say: this is a place I could live. And I don’t say something like that lightly, especially of tiny cities like this one.
Before I came to New Zealand, I was making a lot of plans. I spend hours, if not days, trying to find a good way to travel around the two islands inside a month. I looked at car rentals. I read extensively about the various backpacker busses. I compared prices. I even looked into where I wanted to go and what there is to see.
The silence on my part for the last few months has been a disgrace. Nothing new on the blog, despite me first leading an exciting travelling life and then moving on to having plenty of time to write about it. I also haven’t replied to emails, posted any of my thousands of pictures here or on facebook or have generally been in touch with anyone. For that, I apologize.
Das Wort “Freizeitstress”, so furchtbar es auch sein mag, ist ja inzwischen im alltäglichen Sprachgebrauch angekommen. Und wer kennt es nicht, dass man sich so viele Dinge vornimmt und Pläne macht, dass die Zeit, die eigentlich zur Entspannung gedacht war, auf einmal tatsächlich in Stress ausartet. Das Wort “Reisestress” hingegen habe ich bisher niemanden (außer mir selbst) verwenden hören. Aber auch dieser ist vielleicht vielen nicht ganz unbekannt. Und wenn man länger unterwegs ist, ist er scheinbar fast vorprogrammiert.