How has your writing been going?
Mine? Glad you asked. Well. Um. Let's see... EPIC FAIL!!!!
Ok. I got a little shake down. Enough to necessitate a grand
reevaluation. Or something perhaps less dramatic. Needless to say here’s the deal: goals suck. At least that is my experience
with them. Every time I make a goal I seem
to lose track of it and then I’m once again looking at all deals off the
table. Take my mad endeavor (however
well-intended) at National Novel Writing Month…completely a bust. That is of course unless I manage to write
practically an entire novel within the next two days.
Not going to happen.
Though I have done it all in my head. And if we are going to follow that path then along
with that goal I’ve been doing hundreds of sit-ups and push-ups and gobs and
gobs of calisthenics daily. I’ve also given up eating processed foods,
quit smoking, and built a greenhouse for year round fresh organic
vegetables. I don’t know how I managed
to do all of that and still find the time to finally piece together that coffee
table book, a.k.a the 40 Acre Pond Project.
It looks wonderful.
I’ve also,
thankfully, had the time to make sure that at least every few pages a perfectly
sculpted poem blossoms and accompanies the images of the trail that I’ve
photographed now for two years. It’s lovely. I’ve also decided to hand stitch a few of the
books for a select group of near friends.
While not working on those things I’ve managed to start my own video
series, where I play my own twin, and we discuss our latest creations and
ridiculous habits that we, as only twins can, are able to admire in one
another. Which reminds me I’m glad I’ve
had the extra spare personality help to get all of this done.
In fact, just so you know, I haven’t just written one novel during
NaNoWriMo I’ve managed to actually write four. They’ve been a pleasure.
I’ve also managed to make my own video
trailers for these books. They will be
out on youtube soon. There is also a
plethora of short stories I’ve made available now on Amazon for your favorite
e-reader. And then, dear reader, I
looked up and November was gone. How had this month like so many before
vanished into nothingness? Nothing to
show for a month worth of time. I can’t
even blame it on a drunken social life, or far worse, an isolated drunken
abandon.
Nope.
I’ve
been ridiculously dry and pathetically un-social. Perhaps I could chalk it up to the beginning
of my hibernation cycle. After all, it is
winter arriving. But yes, I know, the
truth is…well the truth is just that I’ve been frozen by a parasitic assault on
my productivity front.
The thoughts are
all there. Swimming around and gelling and congealing and all that artsy-fartsy
poetic dumbness that is merely an excuse for not getting things done. Time
to freak out on myself. Time to hold me up in the room until things are finished
(or at least adequately begun!) Did I
mention the internet connection has finally arrived here? Oh boy.
Now comes the real time for self-discipline! And they say the end of the
world is coming! The new official goal is an un-goal. The thorough folding into
the batter of this life a heavy helping of absolutely no goal.
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