I’m not dead yet!
I’ve started watching The Mandalorean on Disney+, which my wife somehow managed to get for free through her Verizon account. Very inspiring stuff. The show features a protagonist with a mask on, which I didn’t think would be engaging but it works so well. It’s recharged my writing batteries! I know I can crank out stories again.
My friend, Tom, has also inspired me. He’s working on a webcomic featuring his original characters, Belle and B.B. We’d talked about it over the second half of 2019, but it’s good to see he’s taking the idea further. I’ll let you guys know when the ball gets rolling there.
Lastly, I finally read the second book in Scalzi’s Interdependency series, The Consuming Fire. He seems such a loose, carefree writer, as if effort is a foreign concept. He’s prolific, so I assume years of practice are the cause of his success. Such a cool guy.
I’m not one for New Years resolutions. That said, I want to write, and I want to enjoy it. I think I’ve settled on a story that I can follow through for a bit (no, it’s not Felonious). Wealth, although a nice idea, is secondary to the foundational work I’ll be laying down with any sustained writing effort. Wish me luck.
Last weekend I moved to another apartment. While my old neighborhood wasn’t terrible, there were things about my former apartment my wife and I had grown tired of over the past two years. We were on the third floor with no elevator, and the rooms were ungodly hot during the summer months. The laundry machine downstairs never seemed to work. Snow plows would trap our car in during winter, and the groundskeepers rarely shoveled. The garbage truck would wake me up at 6AM. We had a package stolen. These are all “first-world problems,” of course, but now that I’m in much better financial straits, we decided to move.
Our new community is more beautiful than any place I’ve ever lived. We’re just outside the city of Albany, but it may as well be in another country. The buildings have red brick facades and a weathered European flair. Behind the apartments is a massive courtyard, surrounded by trees and dotted with street lamps that follow a path around the complex. Wooden benches and a swing set can be found in the grass. If one stands at the hill where the complex starts, they can look across the lawn and down into verdant hills.
This all still feels like a dream. I’ve never lived anywhere so nice–my college campuses came close. I’m hoping to take a long, slow walk around the grounds soon, maybe sit on a bench and do some drawing or watercolors. Do I still remember how to do art?
I haven’t been on Twitter so much lately. It often feels like a place for people to air their grievances, and too much of that isn’t good for my mental well being. But once in a while I receive welcome news from there. Continue reading “Notable Mention”
Although the Myers-Briggs assessment has fallen out of favor for the Big 5, I’ve derived a lot of personal insight from knowing I’m an INTJ. In recent days I’ve found myself revisiting the nuances of my type in order to understand how I cope with stress. Continue reading “Energy”
I went out to Long Island last weekend with my friend, Tom. We spent a couple nights in a tick-riddled home in the middle of Southold, where a bulldog next door kept rushing at us with friendly intent. The weather was sunny during the day, and mostly clear at night. We traveled to the local observatory, and I got to see Jupiter through a telescope for the first time. The purpose of our trip was a creative retreat, a respite from the business of lives that otherwise do not pause without intervention. Continue reading “Mid Year Jolt”
For the second week in June, my friend Tom and I will be on a two-day hideout somewhere on Long Island. We’ll be in an AirBnB far away from anything I’m familiar with. There’s an observatory nearby, and if skies are clear those nights, we’ll be able to look through their telescope and into the heavens. Continue reading “Creative Retreat”
We’re well into 2019, so this post is probably a bit late. But here are nine creative and personal goals I’d like to accomplish this year: Continue reading “Nine Goals for 2019”
i don’t often associate writing with escapism. i typically describe writing as a means for my subconscious mind to process thoughts and feelings into concrete form. fiction or nonfiction, writing helps crystalize that which has no explicit form other than through zaps of electrical synapses. like any form of information, there needs to be a substrate; writing transfers info from brain to world. Continue reading “wanderlust”
Stop me if I’ve asked this before. What’s a good ratio between media consumption and production? Continue reading “Consumption!”