When I’m knee-deep in writing, my only focus is on completing the next thought. I’m not thinking about the weather outside, the clutter inside, exercise, or anything else. Until I get into that writing flow, any distraction can impair my progress, so I’ve found it best to write somewhere with a refrained amount of external information. Currently, I’m writing in front of my “downsizing wall.” I would write facing outside, but this chair isn’t ideal…
Overcoming the allure of insobrieties, in many ways, taught me the discipline I needed to start pursuing what I love doing. When you’re stuck in misery, the natural inclination is to let that beast take its way with your emotions or physicality. However, when you look at that challenge to work even though you’re exhausted the same way you look at not drinking, it’s easy to just say: Alright, let’s suck it up and go!
I’ve spent weeks recycling old projects. These were time-sensitive, context-specific, or otherwise projects I procrastinated on and now they’re in the recycle bin. It’s unfortunate. Some of these ideas were cool, but now that I’m moving and focusing my life’s interests, there’s no point in experimentally building any of these now. I am becoming more careful about auditing my excitement over starting new projects. I won’t loaf over completing boring, old projects. Complete or scrap!
Writing is easier for me than breathing, sometimes. Not just when dealing with stress, but in general, I can write for hours at a time without thinking, only stopping when I’m distracted by biological functions. Editing, however, is where the writing can really shine. Sometimes, it’s not needed, but most people enjoy “polished stone” writing. Collecting stuff is, similarly, as easy as writing, but organizing, decluttering, and curation? That’s the same as a well-polished essay.
I realized a problem with my writing: I’ve reached a soft limit of how I can communicate. There’s a lot to unpack, so let’s analogize with my cheap “pawn shop special” bass: it fulfills all my limited needs when it comes to learning the basics. I can pluck strings and learn chord progression. I don’t mind tuning it whenever I’m serious about playing it. Now if I wanted to play with others or even professionally…
Storytelling is like cooking. Whether you just want a light snack, tiding you over until dinner, or need a meal preparing you for some arduous task, there are many meals for any situation and flavor. This flexibility has one constant: the importance of good ingredients. Fancy flatware doesn’t matter if the chicken teriyaki or unagi aren’t good. In my long-form writing effort, “The Story,” John [left] and Trishna [right] are the primary storytelling character… “ingredients.”
Spoilers?: Minor (brainstorming spicy characterizations)
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I realized a problem with myself: I wasn’t writing daily. Even though I was publishing essays daily, there were days I’d only write a few hundred words, so I agreed to dedicate myself to writing at least 500 words daily. If you want to be something, do it daily. This dedication has taken discipline, sacrifice, and stress. There are still days where I don’t write 500 words. Through all that, here are 425 words on what I learned:
Passing another year of sobriety- five years in March– let’s consider how the Gig Life has both reassured and risked that progress. The biggest aid is that I’m almost legally prevented from getting too invested in any gig; I’d have to bill for that time. The biggest ailment is the grit that comes from jumping into projects in the yellow or red. Contractors are never needed when big projects or workloads are in the green.