Day: April 13, 2019

I’m writing this at 7 in the morning. I’ve been up for well over an hour (close to two) and in that time I’ve gained full consciousness, played several video games, and drank coffee. The order of those things is totally reversed, which is part of what I want to say today. What I was trying to say last night about the writer’s life is more about the importance of making time in your life for the words and not just fitting it in anywhere you can. I have been the key culprit when it comes to ‘fitting it into my life’. This is true for more than just the words (ask my partner). However, it all stems from the concept of the words. See, the way I’ve approached the words and the world is like this: Those things that are fundamental and comprise the bulk of your life will get handled, so screw around until you are left with no choice but to handle those things.

This is why I found myself writing 1k and blogging past 11pm last night. I tend to start with the least important of the tasks and work my way towards what matters. I don’t know why I do it, but there is no question that I do. I’m going to call it Writer’s RNA, as the message of lazy first seems to be communicated to my soul and spirit on a daily basis. No, this is not excuse making. I am merely keeping it real.

So, now what? Well, accepting that this is part of one’s nature leads to one of two conclusive directions. 1 or A) I stay aware of this fact and consider it in my planning of all aspects of my life, careful to combat these so-called ‘natural’ tendencies. 2 or B) I keep keeping on and remain exactly as effective in all things as I have been thus far.

B does not sound awful, because I have in fact done okay. Of course, if recent commercials are any indication, okay is not good enough. So, I gotta get with A. okay?

Some Thoughts:

1. The words went pretty darn well last night.

I’ve been at the 1k thing for a while now and have already missed a day. It hasn’t had the same forcefulness as the blog, but I must admit the transformative nature of 1k/day is really something. I am getting a lot of words out and I am being forced to write without thinking. I am being called upon to draw these stories out of the place they come from and, more importantly, connect back to that place long thought lost. I’m not all the way back yet. I haven’t gotten to the level I was at with my words when I was a young person riding busses with nothing by time and ideas. Still, I am getting to the level where I am generating ideas and writing and having fun with the craft.

Next month I will be presenting to a group of local writers on the art and craft and life of writing. While I know Ive said this very thing before, I will indeed speak of the impact of 1k/day. It doesn’t seem like a lot, especially if you have a story in your heart. Still, the consistency of the words is incredibly demanding. In fact, after I publish here I am off to write out 1k for today, and I have no idea what I am going to say.

The rhymes are entirely unintentional, in spite of the month at play.

Some Thoughts:

1. It might make sense to change my online handle to the misnomer ‘fastdps’ because that actually makes sense as opposed to the outmoded name I have been using since, well, college.
2. developing my understanding of the apple network, because I think I ought to know such things by now. Any competent Dad (yay, patriarchy) ought to be tech-rated.
3. All of this computer work has me looking into my musical past. I like it.