Getting Closer
Well, salty dogs and sandy beaches!
If there's anything about which I'm a little obsessive, it's probably sticky hands. I hate having sticky hands — at least when I'm in a clean mode.
Clean mode is most cases but especially when I'm working on my computer or reading or normal things like that. Sometimes, I'm in a messy mode like playing outside or making a fire or cooking or whatever.
So I'm not completely crazy; I just don't like sticky hands.
My hands feel sticky right now. Even though I just washed them.
I'm not crazy.
In other news, there's not much other news.
Videos are sprouting slowly but nicely. I still have quite a lot to learn, and I need to give my Red Wolph Readings a whole lotta oomph. I'll keep the first few chapters I filmed, but a dear friend gave such thoroughly helpful advice about how to spruce 'em up a bit: eye contact of course, different emphases at different parts, a bit of movement for certain scenes, etc.
I bet, by chapter 30, it'll be a friggin masterpiece. Work. It just takes so much work to get places.
That reality is both flabbergasting and soothing: flabbergasting because work is work, and you gotta do it, and that's so much energy; soothing because it's so simple (not easy but simple).
It's so simple because you have to try, and you have to feel frustrated, and you have to take input, and you have to try again, and you have to learn, and you have to make changes, and you have to redo sometimes, and you have to stick with something sometimes even if it's not what you hope it would be so that you can keep moving forward and not get stuck at the beginning.
Besides that, I love writing. This Monday, I asked my student, "Have I ever told you that I love writing?"
He said, "Pretty much every time. At least twice every time we meet."
I knew I had said it often; I didn't know it was that often.
The next thing I have to learn how to love is the publishing process: PUKE. That is neither easy nor simple — unless you count just pressing toward it endlessly until you're ripe for the plucking and someone picks your story. I hope. I pray. We'll see.
What am I going to write today? I already wrote notes for two sessions. I'm babbling right here right now. I need to devote to my story. Not today. Maybe. No. No no.
NO.
But he's waiting for me! He's waiting to be done with this bloody battle and move on. Allison Highfallow is waiting for her story. OH MAN! It's gonna be amazing. She's already amazing, but she's gonna be MAGICAL. Literally. Woah.
Shoot.
I think the next priority I'm going to install into my schedule is taking small but regular steps toward getting published. It has sat too long, and it is ready to burst forth.
In oooother news, I like avoiding that pursuit. Partially, I'm a bit scared of it: What if someone steals my book?! What if someone tricks me into some sketchy contract?! What if?! What if?!
Turns out, a basic copyright costs roughly $120. Not bad, not bad. I sent an email to a friend who's publishing a book though; we'll see what she recommends.
Next question: What videos should I make?! I can drag myself through basic academic stuff, but everyone and their sister has done that. I want to give the world something fresh, something unexpected — like a kiwi. Everybody has an apple or a banana. I want kiwis.
So yeah, what videos should I make?!
If there's anything about which I'm a little obsessive, it's probably sticky hands. I hate having sticky hands — at least when I'm in a clean mode.
Clean mode is most cases but especially when I'm working on my computer or reading or normal things like that. Sometimes, I'm in a messy mode like playing outside or making a fire or cooking or whatever.
So I'm not completely crazy; I just don't like sticky hands.
My hands feel sticky right now. Even though I just washed them.
I'm not crazy.
In other news, there's not much other news.
Videos are sprouting slowly but nicely. I still have quite a lot to learn, and I need to give my Red Wolph Readings a whole lotta oomph. I'll keep the first few chapters I filmed, but a dear friend gave such thoroughly helpful advice about how to spruce 'em up a bit: eye contact of course, different emphases at different parts, a bit of movement for certain scenes, etc.
I bet, by chapter 30, it'll be a friggin masterpiece. Work. It just takes so much work to get places.
That reality is both flabbergasting and soothing: flabbergasting because work is work, and you gotta do it, and that's so much energy; soothing because it's so simple (not easy but simple).
It's so simple because you have to try, and you have to feel frustrated, and you have to take input, and you have to try again, and you have to learn, and you have to make changes, and you have to redo sometimes, and you have to stick with something sometimes even if it's not what you hope it would be so that you can keep moving forward and not get stuck at the beginning.
Besides that, I love writing. This Monday, I asked my student, "Have I ever told you that I love writing?"
He said, "Pretty much every time. At least twice every time we meet."
I knew I had said it often; I didn't know it was that often.
The next thing I have to learn how to love is the publishing process: PUKE. That is neither easy nor simple — unless you count just pressing toward it endlessly until you're ripe for the plucking and someone picks your story. I hope. I pray. We'll see.
What am I going to write today? I already wrote notes for two sessions. I'm babbling right here right now. I need to devote to my story. Not today. Maybe. No. No no.
NO.
But he's waiting for me! He's waiting to be done with this bloody battle and move on. Allison Highfallow is waiting for her story. OH MAN! It's gonna be amazing. She's already amazing, but she's gonna be MAGICAL. Literally. Woah.
Shoot.
I think the next priority I'm going to install into my schedule is taking small but regular steps toward getting published. It has sat too long, and it is ready to burst forth.
In oooother news, I like avoiding that pursuit. Partially, I'm a bit scared of it: What if someone steals my book?! What if someone tricks me into some sketchy contract?! What if?! What if?!
Turns out, a basic copyright costs roughly $120. Not bad, not bad. I sent an email to a friend who's publishing a book though; we'll see what she recommends.
Next question: What videos should I make?! I can drag myself through basic academic stuff, but everyone and their sister has done that. I want to give the world something fresh, something unexpected — like a kiwi. Everybody has an apple or a banana. I want kiwis.
So yeah, what videos should I make?!
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