This might end up being a shorter post today. Right now I only have a 30 minute window to sit down and write before the day has to begin. Two shorts of Starbucks espresso have been made using the Nespresso Expert machine that sits in the kitchen. My thoughts have yet to fully come together into a point of view or even a meandering narrative of some sort. Problematic as that might be I’ll muddle through the prose creation process and hope for the best. Maybe just maybe that is the essence of the march forward for the day. Today perhaps has all the essential elements to be a day full of muddling narratives. That is a relatively frightening thought to begin the day with, but it could be worse I guess. Building toward something is better than the mutiny of desperate silence that comes from unadulterated inaction.
I’m starting to wake up a bit this morning, but the clock is burning time faster than it should during this writing journey. Sure enough all of my time will expire. That is really the nature of modern communication. We lack the time to really sit down and say anything to each other in a complete way. This is probably the principle problem with our politics as well. Outside in the wild of the public square so much is left unsaid that our politics could not be described as anything other than a muddling narrative. Incomplete thoughts and partial arguments end up reduced to shortened phrases that may unpack after you hear them for some people and are completely ignored by others. Communicating complex ideas to others is a wild adventure at best and a truly impossible feat at worst. Both the speaker and the respondent have to have enough time to listen and enough energy invested to understand and consider what is being expressed. With the endless stream of content being created a few moments for consideration and reflection are increasingly problematic to ask for an oversaturated audience.
Things are moving along in the world outside my office window. Most of the things I do every day remain the same. The vast majority of the day I sit in my office chair and work at the computer. That sameness should have made it easier to keep writing with the same voice. It should have made it easier to keep writing in the same way, but something changed. At this point, I need to go back to working on finding my writing voice. You should think about what voice exists in your writing. Think about how the story is being told. Think about the way it is being told and how that voice ultimately helps communicate the story.
You probably have sensed the newly developing theme on this weblog in the last few days. My thoughts have focused on the idea of wandering around from my daily routine into something else or at least some other pattern. Right now, I am literally watching a review of the Samsung Galaxy Z Flip phone. If this thing could end up being a watch face that folds out, then it could be a game changer. Samsung needs to dominate the Z Flip watch market. That could end up replacing my need to bother with carrying around a smartphone.
Earlier today I opened up the Microsoft Word template I use for writing novels. It has been some time since an actual novel was produced. Right now the outline of one is sitting in a notebook right in front of me. It was written by hand using a fountain pen in a notebook that has not really been used for notes since 2009. One of the things I have wanted to do was get back to keeping an idea book. Some of the things written into that notebook are inevitable false starts. A few of them might be useful or at least somewhat useful journeys into the creation of prose.
Should I move back to just taking notes online so they are all ready to review in the warm breeze of sunshine?
It would be pretty easy to just take notes in a word processing document throughout the day. My notes are pretty much observations or things I need to circle back on at some point. This method of taking notes helped me close the circle on a lot of different threads.
Our ability to get to the current state of news around us has become broken. Picking up a newspaper used to bring you so close to glimpse of the current state of the world. It was a view that was at least clear enough to relate to others. News editors curated the state of the world and dished it out daily to read in an ongoing narrative that built a shared tapestry for people to relate and communicate with each other.
Will big enough news events find an audience? Does big news find people?
Whoa… my writing pace in the last couple of weeks has really slowed down. Maybe the rising political tensions have drowned out the spark of creativity. It is also entirely possible that my attention was just focused on other things. Writing is about taking the time to write.