There is a part of me that wants to ‘pen’ a day before Thanksgiving blog, but I don’t have it in me right now. I have to burn through these next ten minutes in a more scattered fashion, because my mind is everywhere. It is about time I refocused and locked in on the next project (which is due pretty quickly it turns out), but until then I need to clear out my mind by getting rid of…
Some Thoughts:
- Set aside the foundational idea of Thanksgiving and you get a moment in time dedicated to family and understanding what we are grateful for. I would love this to be a monthly routine. Giving thanks once a year is pretty weak. The Lady Talis gives thankfuls every morning. Me, not so much. I should be doing it more often than yearly, because I have a ton to be thankful for.
- I want to take a minute to talk about writing. There is still this strange expectation, at least where I tend to publish, that we are going to be politically correct. I write in a genre born from cyberpunk. What correctness is expected? Moreover, if everyone is maintaining correctness, then nobody is real. I want the writing to be real and have people who say and think things that are not always perfect. I don’t care if they are likable or what they say is likable. I want it to feel genuine. That is what bugged me about this last editing process. None of it felt like I was being allowed to speak with real voice.
- I need to write more and better stuff.
- I need to go to a doctor and get myself checked out. Too old to not do this regularly.
- Speaking of which, I always assume everyone is older than me. I see myself as a far younger person than I am. I find myself treating these 30 year olds with the respect reserved for my elders when I could be their parents. Wild. Someone recently wrote that Gen X are the 45-60 year olds who look like they are 30 – 40 but act like teenagers. That tracks.