New routine: Coffee, write.
I woke up this morning thinking about the differences between reality and fantasy. I recently finished my second go-round of ready player one, and found that the story was still as enjoyable as my first read. It was also more meaningful, probably because of where I am at in life. There is a certain comfort in knowing that the doldrums of the real world are only one possible option. Though the book’s message is that there needs to be a balance and that at the core of fantasy there is a small piece of reality, I am comforted by a certain level of escapism.
It is Madden season. So for at least two days a week I’m going to sit at home and play. I have that brief window of freedom to slip away from the real world and focus on a world where I have some modicum of control of how things turn out. I suppose that is one of the basic appeals of being a writer as well.
Yes, games and fantasy are often a refuge of those who aren’t able to find happiness in the real world. I’ve come around to a certain level of acceptance of that. In truth I’ve adopted a life plan that allows for that. I’m looking to by a small place with high speed internet and low overhead. The extra money I have I can use to travel–should I choose to do so.
I suppose that is the last real debate in all of this. Travel is something that is inherently (and publicly) designed for two. Traveling solo–especially to foreign lands–is so completely isolationist as to become more difficult to deal with emotionally. So, we will see about all that.
Some Thoughts:
- I don’t think I am going to write another novel. I don’t know that I will write another story either. The blog will continue indefinitely. I need to come to the page each day just to give myself something–to feel in some small way like a writer–but I don’t want to tell stories anymore.