I randomly landed on post 798, Human Noise. I talked about how it felt and the ultimate need to write in human spaces and partake in the human noise that often filtered through into stories. I cannot do that now. I hope to do it very soon, but for the past year I’ve been writing in isolation. It is really different. I’ve learned a lot about my process as a result of Covid and what that has done to my process.
Here is what I know: I cannot write proximal to people I care about. By that I mean I cannot be in a room with family and lock in on the words. I want to be involved in what they (especially my partner) have going on. This also accounts for why I can write around strangers. I tune them out to a level and use them as background noise. I also use them as something to tune into that I don’t need to think about knowing or remembering. I can tune in and out at will, distracting my mind from the problem. Now I break and play a game every hour or so, and that helps. It isn’t the best way, but I am enjoying the process.
Some Thoughts:
- To wit: Army of the Dead was terrible. It gets worse as I think of it a day later.
- I’m going to talk about Mr Ballen soon. He and Mr. Nightmare and others are worthy of a conversation…