The other day I talked about the idea of siting with the silence. Turns out a spa is a hell of a place to do it. While in the sauna my brain churns through the mess of thoughts that have accumulated over the past few days. Namely, I find myself in pursuit of stories and idea threads that have been dangling or have these nasty little hangnails in them preventing me from moving forward. I worked through a critical part of one of the two pieces due in the next few days. I didn’t get a chance to work through the second one–nor do I have a spa day coming up–but I will find a time and a place to sit with the silence and figure some things out.
Writing is about listening, both to yourself and the world around you. I do my best listening to self in the shower where there is never a device to record what I hear and finally understand. The spa feels like that, but here I can bring a notebook. In fact, I will buy and then bring a notebook next time I’m headed there… Which will be next week.
This is summer, after all.
Three projects left to go.
Some Thoughts:
- Absolutely Bonkers Headline of the Day: “Trump has a new, surprising take on the higher cost of living: ‘I love the inflation’” I’ve been laying off the politics, but this one is so out there that I had to share.
- My Lady Talis introduced me to a concept I hadn’t quite thought about before. She warned me if I keep an idea in my head too long then it bloats and changes and festers till it is no longer the thing it was. These are not her words. She has a much nicer and eloquent way of saying that I tend to lose the thread of the story if I take too long to write it. Yet the idea of what she said was a drink of water on a hot summer day. It invigorated me to understand this side of my writing I never have before. I will be taking those comments to heart… and getting a new notebook as indicated above.
- Idea Archive is coming back! Probably just to myself at first, but when I feel good about these threads, I’ll toss some out here.
- The hardest part of being where my feet are at is the anticipation as a parent for the sports seasons the kids are going to have. There is a sensation I get as a parent–not as though I’m there on the field with them, but instead as though I am carrying the stress of the moment within myself. That part is rough and sort of addictive.