I almost did not blog. I forgot. Entirely. I thought about it early in the day and did not do it–did not do anything–all day. Now I am here sitting in bed and thinking, ‘well, what do I have to say anyhow?’ I could talk about my latest foray into audiobook listening. I can talk about the incredible football shootout I’m hearing from a room away. I can talk about the distant connection I have with the multiverse of stories I used to be able to plunge into like Uatu or some Beyonder.
All of these things are connected, at least in my mind. The audiobook reminded me of how it felt to really descend into story and story worlds the way that I used to. Writing used to feel like being in an audiobook and seeing the world unfurl in my mind. I learned how to type faster solely to keep up with the world I was seeing through my minds eye. Now it feels more like the game feels–dimmed from behind a door too far to reach and too hard to open. I can hear snippets. I can hear enough to know what is going on. I lose some of the dialogue and intrigue, and I cannot see anything at all. I am writing from darkness.
Knowledge is power, so knowing the situation ought to bring me a since of calm and comfort. It doesn’t. I makes me feel like the problem is so massive and unsurmountable that I ought to surrender entirely. Tonight my partner asked me to tell her a story and I couldn’t.
Some Thoughts:
- Amazing stuff happening in the marvel cartoons. Looks like they are bringing in Battleworld and Moon Knight!