The more time that passes living alone, the more I figure it out. In the first week, I didn’t have a good place to read or write. Yesterday, I made space. I ended up reading quite a bit of a fantastic book–The Good Earth–and actually wrote for the first time in a while. I’m slightly confused about what came out, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. I always return to poetry when I have pent up emotions I need to ventilate.
The next forty days or so promise to be crazy. I sat down and wrote out a schedule of events. I don’t have much free time starting this Wednesday. There are trainings, festivals, events, and much more. I like being busy. At the same time, I am starting to get somewhat of a schedule for work. What more can I really ask for? I needed a way to stay busy and I am starting to figure it out. Now if I could just find a place to buy a desk…
As the weeks pass, I feel that I may be among the lucky volunteers here in Morocco. We have all be told a dozen times that we will have long stretches of down time. This isn’t a Peace Corps thing. It is a cultural thing. Our job is to work with kids. When it’s raining all winter or approaching 130 all summer, it is inevitable that whole communities forgo activities for extended amount of times. Many of the volunteers that I have met fear this. I understand their fear, but don’t share it. There is an incredible feeling of purpose that comes with being busy. To complement that, however, there is an incredible feeling of uselessness that comes with not having much to do.
I’ve experienced the uselessness before. For me, however, I have an inexhaustible hobby that can take up hours or fit into the small crevasses of free time. Currently, during training, my writing has fallen into the latter category considering learning a new language (and culture) comes first. I’m well aware that this will change. When the activity level dies down and I am sworn in as a volunteer, there will be days where it’s obvious not much can be done. For that, I am thankful for my hobby. I have five writing outlets in place at this moment. First, I write in my diary everyday. Secondly, I write a letter several times a week. Those are the two that I currently fit into the small moments of free time. Thirdly, I have this blog. Fourth is a script I’ve been hoping to write (This will be a long term goal that will probably take off in the heat of the Summer). Lastly, I have a short story I desperately want to write (even though it’s still in the theoretical stage).
With all these outlets, I am not afraid of the free time that comes with two years of service. Writing is my way of untangling the thoughts in my head. The more I write while in Morocco, the more I’ll understand about the people and the culture I encounter. I’ll already spend two weeks realizing that the construction of a culture in sci-fi novels is one of the most fascinating and exciting elements of pre-writing….just because I’ve landed myself in a new culture. I love the realizations that being in Africa are giving me. They will make me a stronger volunteer and a stronger writer.
Today’s short story comes from my teenage love for zombies. After seeing “Land of the Dead,” I was fascinated with the differences between all the zombies movies. I wanted to give another take on the zombie story. This story came out as a set of diary entries. It is quite short. Enjoy.