As always the weekend went by too quickly and I even had an extra day off that felt like two days, so by last night, I was definitely not looking forward to today, Monday. But here I am! The sun shines again and I am here for it. Just recorded a draft to review once I am showered and of a fresher mind. Themes have been going through my mind over the weekend. Mothers, men, aging, collectives. Working on a project. I really, really want to publish a book. It has been at the back of my mind for years now. If I want it. I have to push on, really. Through the fog, the pain, the lethargy, and laziness. I have so many ideas and I feel there is a common thread throughout no matter how random they may seem at the surface and that is the key, the epiphany. ***** Freshly showered. A little less foggy. Recording, recording. The piece is sounding smoother. I feel more confident as I read through it. Something that came of nothing but a thought. Isn’t it funny how that works? “You don't start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it's good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it. That's why I say one of the most valuable traits is persistence.” ― Octavia E. Butler I remember reading something to the effect of: Everything is not a story. But that isn’t true, is it? Perhaps everything is not a good story or perhaps they are found and told by the wrong person? Ha! Like walking along the beach and finding a cool shell but maybe you shouldn’t pick it up because you are only going to throw it in your pocket with your car keys and change and if lucky when you get home it will still be intact. Whereas someone else will pick it up, wrap it in tissue or cloth. Carry it like a Fabergé throughout the day until they get home. That is their story. (This is not canon of course; just a thought and thoughts should be flexible.) Sold a book Friday, Stephen King. May try to list some more books while the light is still ideal. Hope you have a peaceful Monday!
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