I’ve been at the 1k thing for a while now and have already missed a day. It hasn’t had the same forcefulness as the blog, but I must admit the transformative nature of 1k/day is really something. I am getting a lot of words out and I am being forced to write without thinking. I am being called upon to draw these stories out of the place they come from and, more importantly, connect back to that place long thought lost. I’m not all the way back yet. I haven’t gotten to the level I was at with my words when I was a young person riding busses with nothing by time and ideas. Still, I am getting to the level where I am generating ideas and writing and having fun with the craft.
Next month I will be presenting to a group of local writers on the art and craft and life of writing. While I know Ive said this very thing before, I will indeed speak of the impact of 1k/day. It doesn’t seem like a lot, especially if you have a story in your heart. Still, the consistency of the words is incredibly demanding. In fact, after I publish here I am off to write out 1k for today, and I have no idea what I am going to say.
The rhymes are entirely unintentional, in spite of the month at play.
Some Thoughts:
- It might make sense to change my online handle to the misnomer ‘fastdps’ because that actually makes sense as opposed to the outmoded name I have been using since, well, college.
- developing my understanding of the apple network, because I think I ought to know such things by now. Any competent Dad (yay, patriarchy) ought to be tech-rated.
- All of this computer work has me looking into my musical past. I like it.