Heavy leaf to turn.
The latest bafflement from the major ripping project: a compilation album of late 90s German clubpop. There's really no point in even trying there, and yet, I can't look away. If I saw it on a library shelf or in a used CD bin at a record store, I'd flip on past it, and because it was given to me freely, I have to wonder.
Because this afternoon was going to be the last nice weather for a few days, I took a walk through a park to a coffeeshop and back. The flowers and blossoms were fantastic, and so was getting some scribbling time in. I haven't done it in a while - not for lack of desire, but for lack of materials. I'm usually the one to say if you need a specific computer program for writing, you have needs beyond just that program, and I pushed off on this because I couldn't find the right kind of pen. To be fair to myself, it's the same kind of pen I'd been using since college and that I've grown fond of using for a distinct, specific purpose. Not a general thing.
In any case, the company's since discontinued the exact model I liked. So it took me a few weeks to decide if I was going to go for something completely different by another company, or something very close by the same people. In the end, I went for something very close, because it felt much the same in my hand. And when I got back, I hammered out another thousand words to finish the rough outline of the next big project, something I've been wrestling with for a while. There's no completed prose there. Just finally figuring out how the story needs to be told.
Which means what's next is telling the story.
I can do that.
Because this afternoon was going to be the last nice weather for a few days, I took a walk through a park to a coffeeshop and back. The flowers and blossoms were fantastic, and so was getting some scribbling time in. I haven't done it in a while - not for lack of desire, but for lack of materials. I'm usually the one to say if you need a specific computer program for writing, you have needs beyond just that program, and I pushed off on this because I couldn't find the right kind of pen. To be fair to myself, it's the same kind of pen I'd been using since college and that I've grown fond of using for a distinct, specific purpose. Not a general thing.
In any case, the company's since discontinued the exact model I liked. So it took me a few weeks to decide if I was going to go for something completely different by another company, or something very close by the same people. In the end, I went for something very close, because it felt much the same in my hand. And when I got back, I hammered out another thousand words to finish the rough outline of the next big project, something I've been wrestling with for a while. There's no completed prose there. Just finally figuring out how the story needs to be told.
Which means what's next is telling the story.
I can do that.
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