I occasionally need rest days, but, from people. I can work from the time I wake up until I have no more energy on projects, but as soon as I have to navigate through the emotional landmines and landfills that are interpersonal relationships, conversations, and other things – most days, I’m OK. Other days, I need to hole up with a project – for over four hours, over two recordings – to give myself some space from others.
I realized something today: I like broadcasting. Spoken broadly, broadcasting is everything from writing essays like this, writing fiction, doing video broadcasts, to anything else I do that is broadcasted out into the world’s universe. If you do it well, your efforts are preserved forever, and I kind of like that permanence. Sure, you can’t edit typos live like you can in writing, but the spontaneity of doing a live podcast, or whatever, is fun!
I’ve spent 250 hours talking about writing from a distance. What happens if I spend 4 hours talking about writing? It might be the most focused I’ve ever been on talking about a subject, which makes sense because this is my life. As I said most of the way through, I would like to write every single day until the day I die, and after I die, I want my writing to remain online. How? It’s complicated.
Without looking, I forget how many times I’ve seen Clutch live, just like many times I forget my sobriety date. Both, and many other examples, exist nebulously in my mind, imagination, and memories as events that happened that shaped me into who I am. Going outside, even trivially to throw out trash, can shape us, so not everything we do is overly serious. Still, the most noteworthy events tend to exist outside of arbitrary pedantries.
While engaging in my third-favorite-activity, exploring the world as I will at my own pace, [first-favorite-activity: writing, then reading,] when walking by flowers after returning to my Viridi digital flower gardens, I now “get” the idea of having digital – and real – flowers. I’m not yet ready for the responsibility of raising real flowers, but Viridi can teach that sense of daily responsibility, which taps into the same discipline mindset as working toward your dreams daily.
I might read my 50-cent copy of Dune someday, but I’ll certainly rewatch Jodorowsky’s Dune first. Science fiction doesn’t do much for me. Analyzing scientific statistics against a starry backdrop doesn’t excite me. What human element does that story convey where I will have become a better person for experiencing it? I don’t have ten-thousand years to live. I’ve gotta make this whole life thing count. This novel’s purpose might contain elements of that drive.
The main character of this 2019 Novel, covering thirty days at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story,” will be Sammohini Lanchester who occasionally introduces herself as Sam. If she were a one-dimensional character, she’d be a stock character. If she were two-dimensional, she’d have three traits – two positives, one negative – to define her, based on people I might have met. Since she’s more three-dimensional, that means I’ve had to explore her imaginary psyche.
“Can I help you?” I had just taken a photo of the map of a medical facility when someone that’s worked in an office too long to know how it’s like to mind their own business walked over. “Uhh, yes, I’m looking for [coffee-shop]…” I was pointed over to the elevators. I went downstairs and reviewed my notes. I’d been through the building professionally a few times so it was fun returning to location scout.
The more I think over the thirty short stories I’ll write in thirty days, representing a thirty-day period in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story,” the more I think it’s simultaneously possible and impossible to accomplish. While I was in a float tank, thinking over my plans, my thoughts decluttered and revealed my plan. When I’ve done work like Sammohini, as a corporate computer repair technician goon, I juggled disparate work and small project duties.
How much of this 2019 novel, which will be a 30-day period at Eville Medical in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story,” will be actually nonfiction? How much of it will be fiction? What is fiction’s purpose but to tell an exaggerated version of reality? Distorted sensations coagulating into ethereal realities, where fiction obscures greater truths. For something like this Sammohini Arc, it’s easy to lean into some true events, however, I shouldn’t lean too much.