I'm waiting. I can't do much, because I'm waiting and could get the call at any minute now, so if I commit to some project that I can't immediately walk away from, that would be a problem. That, and it's going to be a long day. Which is planned for, and actually a good thing (let's just say my normally 8-4 job is suddenly seven days a week unpredictable hours) because it means we're moving in the right direction. I like a challenge. Today's challenge?
I've been having trouble writing (fiction) for some time. I'm sure I've whined and complained enough about it here to make you all royally sick of hearing about it. Today, while I'm waiting, I'm going to take it one word at a time. Just one word. Sort of like how I'm taking today one minute at a time.
I like being busy, really. It's the waiting that kills me. if I know how long... but life is like that. You don't know what's coming next. You can make plans, and plans for changes, but there's always the unexpected thing that you didn't plan for. You can't control everything that you're waiting for. I mean, if I were scheduling a remote windshield repair guy, I'd probably want to keep it as vague as 'sometime between 8-noon' too. Of course, not all of us are office workers that can walk away from our desks at a minute's notice! Some of us will be gowned gloved and in an aseptic environment doing time-sensitive stuff when the call comes. Oh, and the phone will be on the desk because cell phones are forbidden in that environment. So...
I dunno. That has little if not nothing to do with writing. Writing is what falls out of my head, and that sort of requires some uninterrupted time to think and daydream, which I rarely get these days. Last night I got home, ate, and went to bed and immediately to sleep. Unsuprisingly this means I didn't get anything done at home. Like writing. I keep telling myself this, too, shall pass. I've had long dry spells before where life interfered. I've had long spells of doing this - just letting my fingers dance over the keyboard and put my thoughts on the screen without worrying about saying something deep and profound with it.
it's not ideal. I'd like to offer my readers more than one word at a time. I'd like to muse on, say, creative thinking, or Aristotelianism, since I was listening to a podcast on that philosopher recently and was reminded of how much I enjoyed my brief introduction to philosophy in college, and how I'd love to find the time to delve into what is wrong with the current state of ethics and morals in our culture - or rather, lack thereof. Like say, when did we lose the Protestant work ethic that made so much of our world as we know it? How can we recapture that willingness to work hard, grind away at it, and leave a better situation for our children than we were born into? People have always been stupid (see yesterday's post) and lazy. But we don't need to make a virtue of it.
And logic. it's a dying art, and it shouldn't be. I'm sure that even if I find the time to discuss logic and training that can enhance your ability to be logical, it'll be like spitting in the ocean - doesn't make it a whit less salty. I'm perverse that way. I'll do it even knowing it's not going to make a difference. Speaking of preaching to the masses, I need to do more myth-busting posts about anti-vaxx, natural 'medicines' and, um, a bunch of other topics. Sigh. So many words, so little time. Speaking of which...
talk at you tomorrow!