il tempo si è fermato by Alessandro Prada, from Flickr under the Creative Commons 2.0 licensed attribution
Long time passes. I’m a champion procrastinator. Now many of the things I put off, like cleaning out my email and starting holiday cards early are not that big a deal, and finishing that needlepoint for the fair can wait. After all, I only started it in ’87 and I’ve picked up and dropped several hobbies since then. and an unfinished textile project just might make by top one hundred things I could be doing. It’s not that important. Other tasks are more stressful, like tracking down info for a new HMO, avoiding them gives me a small joy. I can put off writing for a looooonng time if I don’t have an idea. But finding nonfiction ideas is another task I can put off.
Right now, I was trying to recoup the idea for this blog I had during a bath earlier. It was perfect. The essence of the idea was pithy and had a snap. It had some relationship to the real world and humor without mean.
But it’s gone.
Soppy, soapy wash-cloths do not make for good record keeping. All that remains is just how shiny the idea was.
And an empty textbox…
There’s a relevant quote that seems to have been forgotten as the wheel turns. Evelyn Beatrice Hall, a biographer steeped in Voltaire, wrote in her Friends of Voltaire:
“I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”
This summarized Voltaire’s beliefs, but he didn’t actually say it. Evelyn Hall was an active author and coauthor for about thirty years, but her work related to Voltaire and free speech seem to be her most influential. So much that her quote is attributed to him.
I don’t like what a lot of people say, but it’s not just the loathed neonazis who push their hatred onto others, but also those who think their good intentions make up for their virulent hate for those who don’t agree, like vaxxers and global warming.
The wheel keeps turning, never forget that. I regret all the damage and lives ruined because they forgot how to play well with others. If your ideas are that convincing, you don’t need to be spiteful. The wheel turns and those the old guard will change or pass. By being mean and petty, they are the bastards, the ends do not justify the means.
[inspired by Ethics Alarm report of crude counter protest
This year isn’t the health nightmare last year became, but I got thoroughly sidetracked back into fanfic again. This year has its own challenges, a home remodel stalled, sans materials and helpers, plus an employee issue that just won’t settle. I’ve also discovered that your GP retiring can make for a real mess in fining a new doctor if your HMO likes to count the same ten doctors four times when they brag of having five hundred. And neonatal were not marked as such.
Really, this year isn’t a nightmare.
Do you believe that?
I am close to finishing the one fanfic, and I want to shift that time to original fiction again. The other is only halfway through, tho most has been drafted. I haven’t decided if I will resume short fic or restart revising a novel. Also, do I want to do NaNo this year? It’s only a month, but I have too many unrevised NaNos already.
Earlier this week those keys on my laptop keyboard started skipping. Sometimes for lower case, much more frequently for upper. But it doesn’t affect all the keys in the top row, doesn’t affect any other rows, doesn’t even affect the keys used most for a game. Qerw vs wiu.
this does make writing first person singular a challenge for essays, reader comments, and my fiction. Those things cover much of my time.
‘m running out of fixes: did the air/crumbs, check for keyboard updates, uninstall drivers, so it’s looking to be a hardware issue. replacing it and/or the laptop is not really possible.
After last year’s surgery prep, my muse for original fiction went bye-bye. I went back to fanfic, where I could do character studies, or explore alternate possibilities. One fanfic is winding down, and the other is being posted quickly because of the many chapters on hold.
Early today I had an idea to handle a problem, but I was dealing with stinky dogs and then messy me so I had nothign to write it on.
Now all I have is the memory that I had an idea… and that reeks.
The Forests of Yen-dor
All the arms rising up like trunks to get and record a better view of the concert, made me think of ALL those trees on Endor. I admit I’m a Williams’ junkie streaming music from Star Wars, Jurassic Park, and Potter while I do other things. Now I wish I could still do cons…
“He was the hero they needed, even if he wasn’t the hero they wanted.”