Sorry I haven’t written in a few days. I’ve been hard at work scouring my latest novel. I’m reaching the end. I’m still trying to come up with a catchy title. I’m trying not to feel stir-crazy, but I’m still healing. I walk around the block when it’s not too cold. Otherwise, I walk up and down the length of my apartment.
So it goes.
I often think about procrastination. Perhaps it is the
universe fighting our subconscious, knowing that our actions will change the
course of future history. Continued patterns are so much easier for its
algorithms to predict.
Does anyone else remember Wheat Nuts? They stopped making
them decades ago. Another company tried to replicate them, but they’ve shut
down too. That’s a shame, but maybe it’s for the best. I’ve played the keto
game, and I can attest that carbs make you crave more carbs.
I’ve been using cloud computing more often, so I can edit on
my phone while walking around the apartment. Moving is good: it keeps the chi
flowing. I’ve used synched drives before, but I’m embarrassed that getting a
good workflow between my laptop and phone has taken me so long. Remote desktop
also works well for some things, but not always.
I’m trying to tone down some of the dialogue in this
chapter, but I feel that my point will still be as subtle as an epileptic
elephant with bronchial pneumonia. Oh well. I don’t want to just preach to my
choir, though. There’s far too much of that on all sides, and it doesn’t
influence anyone. It just makes one side smug and alienates everyone else.
It’s bizarre what random earworms my brain chooses to
resurrect. I woke up this morning with Joe Dolce’s “I Ain’t In No Hurry” stuck
in my head. For those who don’t know, this was the B-side to his 80s novelty
hit “Shaddap You Face.” Why my brain has zoned in on that long-lost iota of
forgotten culture to torture me, I don’t know.
Cheers.
-Tony
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