I don’t want to do anything today. I definitely don’t have it in me to write on this novel or these two smaller pieces I’m supposed to be working on. The strange part is that I have been thinking about my novel a lot. It swirls around my subconscious lately with scenes and organization coming together. I don’t want to look too closely into the process because I am not mentally fit to get it all down. It feels like I’m tuning into the station from which the story is coming from but don’t yet have that clear frequency.
So, I blog.
I’ll need to crash through some grad work as well today, though the burn out there is peak. I think that started to break bad when I realized that they weren’t taking all my transfer credits as A’s and it tanked my perfect GPA. But that’s fine. Everything is fine…
I hate that I feel like that every morning and have this need to crawl back under a rock and avoid any contact with with present reality. Yet, here we are at the end of the semester. Honestly, the only solution is to slog through the crap. So, I’ll probably post a ton of grades today and get through all the crap that is non-creative so that when the creative does eventually arise, it is handled appropriately and with the patience and mental gusto it deserves.
Some Thoughts:
- Been experimenting with recordings of singing bowls, brought about by a recent post reminding me of what I was missing. It is not the same. You can feel the bowls when you’re in their presence. Hearing them is similar but not the same.
- Also been thinking about the weirdness of how we interpret reality through ourselves. The mirror trick is a wonderful indicator of that. A mirror doesn’t see… it refracts light back at us and we program what is seen in it. In this fashion, you can see what is directly hidden from the mirror. In otherwords, it isn’t about the mirror. We are the interpreters. Now I wonder how that applies to those who see Ghosts…
