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My-Yesterday, and yours, technically, I wanted to do a 24-hour challenge to see how much stuff I could clear out in the apartment-mansion. The short of it is that I didn’t do as much as I had wanted, but, I did a fair amount, and what I did insead was helpful for me in my long-term sobriety, so, I think that’s fine. Plus, just before I sat down to write and record, I realized something.
I have a three-day weekend, and my-today is the second of those three, so I figured why not try a 24-hour challenge to see what all I could do to prep for downsizing, moving, and selling various parts of my material possessions under the guise of “Zeal” – which eventually would be the office environment where I would record videos of the essays I write, podcast, and do whatever else I feel like doing that’s productive.
My approach to writing “The Story” is different than the blast I did for “Novel 01” of “The Story.” What I’d like to do for “Novel 02” is create a viable, sustainable way of writing and recording that writing while I engage with other activities from vocational work, avocational writing perhaps, and recreational relaxation. If I undervalue any of those three, then my life gets into chaos.
Spoilers?: Major [Part 1 brainstorming, primarily]
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It’s 6:32am and one of my coworker’s family could have covid. All tests were negative yesterday, but considering that there was enough of a concern for my coworker to uncharacteristically wear a mask, prompting me to ask why, with a casual answer will be the first of perhaps many near encounters I will have with covid now that I am out in the wild again. That stress made my neck strained enough to headache me.
It’s 6:34am and the 5% Lidocaine patch over the L3/L4, L4/L5 lumbar part of my lower back is less of an effective countermeasure against current pain and more of a proactive agent to ward off future pain. I hadn’t realized until this morning that my body is biologically different than years ago. The Laminectomy/Discectomy changed who I am on a cellular level, albeit insignificantly different, cellularly. I should remember that I am a different person now.
It’s 6:32am and every experience I have with Xfinity starts off negative. They are a major bourgeois company and so they call all the shots. The Internet is not yet a utility so ISPs can do what they want and we can either accept or protest by going elsewhere. At least now I have a call scheduled with them my-tomorrow during my lunchtime. When I am uncomfortable, I don’t mind paying more for less… stress.
One of the bigger weights on my life is that the apartment-mansion is fill of things that I can’t easily downsize. I’ve made significant progress since I first moved into the apartment-mansion, mind you, but I still have plenty of room to clear out. My goal now depends primarily on my contract. If I’m extended out until November 2023, I will stay here perhaps another year. Even with a contract extension, this recording/writing project will proceed.
Opening lines of literature are well studied. Whenever I write essays, opening lines are something I consider as the bang to the rest of the buck. If you like what you first read, you’ll continue reading. Otherwise, you only might. For “The Story,” I’m not sure about the opening line. I forget “Novel 01’s” opening line. This might be “Novel 02’s” opening line: “Good afternoon.”
Spoilers?: Major [Brainstorming for literature]
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It’s 6:33am and my-yesterday forced me to confront my pride and ability to be honest. I was working on mounting a monitor to a monitor arm and the Allen wrenches I used over multiple visits did not help. Did I strip the bolt? It would seem that way. My guilt crept in by making think about it repeatedly until one hour ago, for me, where I accepted that the duress of pain prevented full honesty.
It’s 6:34am and I’m thinking of daily burn rates. My client wants a minimum number of work done per day and per week. That was the focus of the meeting I couldn’t attend because my back hurt too much. I am not particularly worried about some of the details because if there’s a problem, the client-manager will talk with me, but I still worry because too much focus on the numbers leads to sloppy work.
