This blog on impermanence is brought to you by the failure of the Fluff and Smoke Tumblr. I didn’t know you could steal another company’s tunblr, but it happened. My Enovella site was hijacked and replaced with something standard. At least this wiz audio still exists. I discovered the missing story by accident. A link to the story popped up on a page I was reading and I clicked on it. Then I realized it was gone. Sad moment, but it led to good moments. As I tried to track down another existing version of the story, I ran into a lot of feedback about the work. One reader called it better than most full length Shadowrun novels he’d read. That gives me the warm fuzzies inside. It also took place years after my so-called loss of ‘the gift’ which means I didn’t actually lose anything.
I got lazy.
Here is where we get into impermanence. We are never the same people we were a moment ago, so we are never the same writers we were a story ago. That does not mean we are not good or even special. It means that there are other things going on with the work, which create the tableau of experience with any given story.
I am a person who wants to live every bit of life and experience everything and do and lead and write and sing and travel and teach and play and listen and so on. There is not enough time in a day for that all to take place and still manage to have clean laundry and a house that doesn’t belong to mice. Priorities must be defined and observed and honored. Beyond that, I ought to start keeping a bucket list. While I cannot do everything, I can do most of what I aim for in this brief existence in this small universe.
Some Thoughts:
- Speaking of impermanence, the new Diary of a Wimpy kid features a new actor playing Rodrick. The problem? He’s Asian. You can’t change race mid-series. Not even Micheal Jackson could do that.