Back to Writing

Okay, so I'd been avoiding it this week. I was wrapping up the start of the change in Narrator Two and felt like i needed to digest a bit.

Before I pooped out her next chapter, i guess is the natural extension of that metaphor, sadly.

Anyway, stuff was going on and i had other things i wanted to do. Clumsy Thinker had some comment about it and then came time for accusations and proportions vis a vis the blowing out all this of.

But i finally wrote and it was great, totally unexpected and a little sparkly if i do say so myself. Narrator One had not been resting on his laurels, no sir. I was surprised at what he had been up to, in the meanwhile and he had some good stories to tell. Well, one story, but he's got a few under his belt to pull out when needed. Save it, big guy, all in due time.

So, yeah, getting my ass kicked a little does help me get back on track. I'm not what you'd call "disciplined" or "goal-oriented" or "effective" when it comes to being creative, and that's the whole point of this blog is to change that about myself.

If i can be disciplined, goal-oriented, AND effective in every other aspect of my life, why not in what i love to do most?

Well, second most, i love to be lazy and daydream mostest.

Always Thinking

What i love about this video is the last 10 seconds. That, to me, personifies the application of critical thinking skills.

"NO, WAIT!"

i love it!

Still in it to win it

clumsy thinker was sick today so we didn't do a whole lot, but we did have some quiet fun and she read up in the book till now and she laughed at the right places so that's good, and i didn't hear any groans which i always like.

The blankness is clearing up in patches.

S-E-L-F-A-C-T-U-A-L-I-Z-A-T-I-O-N!

Ohh man writing has been a drag lately, until today. Today i was having a problem keeping up with the story and it was so much goddam fun! Yay writing!

I think the reason for me is that i've had a lot of stuff hanging over my head for a while and pretty much all of it i have cleared up. I've got the basic crap of day to day life down to a pretty efficient program, which sounds horribly robotic, but when the routine's all done i have more time to go fucking nuts.

Writing today was beautiful, and it makes me remember my latent desire for simplicity. Less stuff, less overhead, more time/energy to write. But i'm close to my most comfortable with my current home, so i'm by no means complaining. I was just struck by the unusually potent writing experience, so i wanted to share my little epiphany.

I live for those lightning moments.

[edit: grammar]

Overheard

"How do you know it's true?"
"I believe it's true, so it must be true!"
"Wait, what? What's your proof?"
"Proof? That's stupid, you need faith."
"I have faith, faith in proof."
"Proof is falsifiable!"
"Wait, faith isn't more falsifiable? Isn't that what you say when you meet a muslim, that he's worshiping a false god? He has faith, but a false kind."
"Look, you're missing the point. I'm happy, Jesus makes me that way, and I couldn't do it without him. I'm a broken being that only a divine creator could repair."
"How is that not a false faith?"
"What do you mean?"
"How do you know that your belief that you could not fix your brokenness is right? Or that you are a broken being? Or that only a divine creator-god could fix you if you are broken?"
"You're just talking in circles."

Meta-dramatic irony?

You know that time that happens in every friendship where both of you are getting on swimmingly, and then, out of no where, someone gets a bug up their stinky butt and becomes absolutely enamored of WHATEVER and then that's all that person talks about, like the formula for getting the best price for a used car will unlock the universe?

One of the narrators is doing that right now and it's irritating her only friend. I wish I could tell her to ease up, but she's going to have to ride this out on her own.

Tired. Sore. But not grumpy!

I moved two heavy televisions with the help of a couple of friends. The TVs were over 200 pounds each, and there were stairs. Lots of stairs.

But in three hours we had moved two TVs and set up the new Wii.

I am enjoying it. Today we downloaded Bubble Bobble which was a treat for Clumsy Thinker.

Oh and i wrote a tiny bit.

Ruined Cake

Having been properly chastised by clumsythinker, i realized that it had indeed been several days since i last wrote. First reaction "grr!" second reaction "aww" third reaction "oh yeah". So, good for her, good for me.

Anyway, it feels like most of my brain has been working on trying to move two big and heavy tv sets all week. If it did its job correctly, then tomorrow will be a snap and everyone will be happy and there will be drinks and laughter. I am more than moderately optimistic, but it's hard to be sure because i'm getting this information from the organ that is responsible for the plan.

"Oh, you kidding me? This will be a breeze. Don't even bother putting on shoes, unless you like cake on your shoes!"

"What are you talking about? I don't want cake on my shoes or my feet. Why would there be cake on my feet?"

"Oh, you know, a cake walk? I thought it would be funny. My mistake. But don't worry about it."

"I think i should worry, a little. It sounds so distressing, what with all the ruined cake."

"You know, it's a little odd that you're fixating on this. I mean I am. I mean we are."

And so on.