Minimalism for creative writing

18ha02cpzajf0jpgI have always boggled with the idea of writing a book, I am finally in a creative space that always for that to happen. To stimulate the creative process I have adopted minimalism as a lifestyle. Side note to my sister, before she tells my mom, that  I am to strange practices , Its basically living only on what I need, 2 pairs of jeans, 2 pairs of shoes, sleeping on the floor and eating when I am hungry.
I find minimalism quite stimulating for writing, as it cuts off most junk that has been part of my life. Aag!Tangent! back to the book. I have fictionalized my lived experiences to allow more room for creativity and play with the characters.
I am a very self-contradictory person, a trait that surely comes through in my book, to embrace that I have decided to use a type-writer to tell these stories. I think old-school technologies have a character we have lost in our modern devices. Everything a type-writer needs to type words is all within itself. You don`t need to worry about plugging it to a power sources or download a software to make it work,its self sufficient. Look at a book, everything that makes a book a ‘book’ is in it, no amazon sign-up no batteries just simple powerful technology.
I decided to share the first page with everyone, but that it, everything else will be done off line on my Remington typewriter of of 1940.
I am partially off the greed, well of social media really, except as a pseudo account I will be using. The main character in my book has a Facebook account, by the name of Donna Klass, its everything through her lenses.

The sphinx


I separate and unite
I break and mend .
I mold and remold.
I evolve wings like Horus.

I am unseen but felt,
A drizzle of oil over fire.
I am a restoration for fearlessness
The me, who is me now is immortal.

Hold fast to those dreams
For if dreams die,
The phoenix will not rise from those ashes

Why is End of Block such a big deal?


To all my non-medical friends, I think I need to clear this for the sake of our friendship.

1. I am still cool, seriously I am.
2. I know I have been ignoring you and accusing studying or sleeping for it.
3. I still know how to have fun, even though these days it involves spending a few rands and cents.

Anyway back to my point, I wanted to explain why end of block (EOB) is such a big thing in my life and by extension to your life now.

A block is a period, usually 4-6 weeks, we we learn about a certain topic,eg Pathology, it a period that involves going through everything there is to know about the pathologies of the body, other than that it can involve going through coffee and cigarettes like a pedophile going through a child underwear drawer.

Now this is probably important for our future engagement, please pay more attention, when we finish a block, we have to write a test on that particular topic we were doing in those 6 weeks. You literally go through the whole textbook,yes the WHOLE textbook.

To do well in your EOB you must also master every past paper they ever asked in the last decade. You must also have consumed more that a tank of black coffee.

Yesterday I wrote my first EOB in med school, I nailed it. But thats besides the point. My point is:

1. After writing EOB, the first 22 hours I want to sleep
2. I want to eat real warm food
3. I want to do the things that remind me I am still a real human, like walking to beach, going to the township
4. Doing those whole night prayers

I hope this explains why I have been acting funny the past 8 months. I now declare my schedule open to having fun, but only until Monday. Monday I am starting a new block in Pharmacology (Pharms), Yes that means I will be learning every drug ever invented by men and gods.

Your friend
Dr WannaBe

From my book: A beautiful mess




I told this kid he should stay away, I am too much of a mess to deal with a human being, especially a cute boy who says he likes me. I don`t even think I like boys for that matter. Honestly I never had to deal with person who says they love me. Love is a strange concept to unravel, It never makes sense, I hate things that do n`t make sense. I am very mathematical in my approach in life, sometimes I think I am too logical I miss out on important things in life.

Why did I even come back to this town? I truly hate home, I think I have leaved too much on my own and for far too long, as such I can not relate to my won family, I love them with a strange kind of love, even though I never told them, but I think they sort of know. I do n`t really know much about my family, I know we sort of share this house and my fathers money, but that`s basically it, that all I know about them.

My dad still believes the South African educational system is not to advance the black child, He says the apartheid government changed the good old British Education that came with the missionaries together with Christianity into Bantu Education. My father spent some time in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe during his days with the MK. He came back to South Africa at the dawn of democracy, with my mother to serve government officials. My mom is a simple farmer girl from Zimbabwe, she is simple in the true meaning of the word. Her family were tobacco farmers, who were later killed by the Mugabe `s land expropriation regime.

I can`t tell you jerk about my sister and brother, I just know they are my siblings. As soon as my front milk tooth fell off I was sent back to Harare to start my alimentary education, who does that? who sends a mixed race child to a foreign racist, anti-white land? My father always says it was for my own good, but that`s rubbish, I think he was too shameful of having to raise a bipolar schizophrenic child. I still hate my mom for not having stopped him, I hate her submissiveness to everything my father says, it hurts me.

I can swear they are glad I will be moving to Cape Town to study medicine. These people really hate my presence in this family. They forced me to study medicine so I can be as far as I can from them and for as long as possible.
I can`t catch feeling now, I can barely bare with the madness of my own mind and now imagine having to learn to love a homo sapien?