I’m thinking in fragments again. I’ve found this to be an extremely important phase of the writing cycle. Once fragmented I find a well of wonderful ideas—threads—in need of being explored. This is a foundational point in the cycle. This is where ideas are born. The following ten minutes is a free flowing exploration of those thoughts. More may come of it later. I may build characters from these ideas. I may change my mind on stories or political movements. I may just express things that are weighing down my psyche. The truth is, this is really just an opportunity to be free and creative. I think everyone deserves 10 minutes of that.
- I think I want to go to black Friday this year. I want to experience it from a different perspective. I want to go places that aren’t Walmart and see who comes out and how they act and what they buy (as opposed to what is presumed to be important by the sellers).
- Yesterday I watched the Giants O-Line get their stuff together and look amazing. Then folks got hurt (this happens all the time. Get new trainers. Seriously) and they fell apart. The G-men lost and I was uplifted by the defeat, because I know what they can be every week when the folks are healthy. They might be Giants if healthy. This is unlike the Cardinals who can be incredible even when on the 3rd string. That’s all about the coaching and the management.
- Had occasion to reflect on my feelings about transgender and homosexuality today. I was proud of myself to be at a place where I recognize that I can see a person and not judge them because their views on sex and sexuality. Then I recognized that I am quite closed off to people who don’t accept homosexuality and transgender. In other words, If people have expectations on other people that I find personally reprehensible, I am not good at coming to the table with those people and accepting their views. I do it and I try to understand it but struggle to appreciate it. This comes from being a minority and experiencing discrimination and recognizing the struggles that people who aren’t doing ‘the mainstream thing’ or ‘aren’t like the majority’ have. I have more compassion for those who are having the courage to be different than I do for those who are working to keep the ‘different’ isolated and oppressed. That makes me a different kind of bigot, and maybe I’m okay with that.