A fantastic thing to do if you have the opportunity...read while someone plays music. I did it once; if you have stage fright, it's a really good way to get over it. You feel like a rock star, because, oh yes, you have your own band.
Wrote a little bit yesterday. Took my title from a recent spam -- "Condition: Paleozoic." Thought I was going to pump out some short little tongue-in-cheek piece, but it shows signs of trying to balloon into something important, something grand. Now I just have to figure out what that is. I learned a lot about rocks though, yesterday, while writing it. When I was a kid I was something of a rock hound; I even had one of those horrid rock tumblers (what a disappointment...it actually takes months on end to turn your palm-sized backyard boulder into something smooth and round, and even then, you realize that a smooth backyard rock is not really all that cool. You can dig the same thing out of a riverbed for free).
Other titles awaiting lines: "The Night Watchman," and "Dentation Over Diamonds."
Reading, reading. A good thing and an exasperating one. Each new thing you read introduces you to new words, new combinations of words, new ways of communicating. It also emphasizes the limitations of your own communications thus far. Seeing the heights and depths to which other people take their work makes me wonder if my own has a somewhat impoverished register. Not much one can do about that except keep stretching, trying new things...
Does anyone else have inspiration in waves? I'll go along like gangbusters for about a month, and then thhhhhhp. The well is dry. Time to revise.
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