It's the entanglement of details and head emotion bombs that has me reeling, as a writer. The wild crafted jazz of it. I think I'm going to take it and use it my Mind & Earth classes - if, no, okay, when I can get back there, to organising, to teaching - and I think I'll call it the Mayday Song, this style. It's transparent (so easy to learn and extend with) and powerful. Thanks, then, for that ( and yes I noticed the absence of joiners and their poetic replacements, the comma.) It's in the ecosystem of active and grounded Grace that Brian Doyle seeded in the world for us. (Sorry I'm getting teachy, which is quite reflex for me).
So what I'm really saying is thanks for the inspiration. I'm fugueing, which I meant to mean headfoggy, not quite peasoupy, but, when I look it up to check, means forgetting who you are, running away and getting somewhat dramatically hysterical. But I note that in the musical sense it means a polyphonic overlay that builds upon the layers - and there, that's what you do. We're both fugutives, then. (Sorry, I'm competing against my wife for dad jokes. She's winning, but I might be in with a chance for the next half hour or so.)
Of course I relate to all the starting notes for the fugue - tiredness, stress, burnout, body drain, hoping to achieve (while driven to make change). And the frustration rage. I haven't had laser beams, that's impressive.
So, if I haven't made it clear (which is likely), your writing, the place where you're coming from, and how you work through and do it, is inspiring. In that, I haven't been able to get through, and your willpower, despite the setbacks, has given me creative hope. That's pretty priceless.
I had a whole reply and my laptop battery died, but I just want to say thanks -- I lost three subscribers again, so you righted the universe. I have been in this lose three/gain three purgatory, I figure it's a difference in world view most of the time but this time I think it was either worldview or an eyeball phobia.
Writing is really hard with long covid, I gave up on keeping a train of thought or like ... planning. I don't publish much but still write, so the draft folder is chaotic. I think one of the hardest parts is simply not getting out much. I used to walk and bike everywhere and that made writing easy. Now I'm just hanging out in my house trying to figure out shit to do that doesn't require much thinking or energy.
Anyway thanks again. I hope you can get back to teaching soon!
I don't really know! Things are challenging lately because I want to get things accomplished but I also feel compelled to take a lot of cat naps. Hopefully Spring will give me a little momentum. How are you?
It's the entanglement of details and head emotion bombs that has me reeling, as a writer. The wild crafted jazz of it. I think I'm going to take it and use it my Mind & Earth classes - if, no, okay, when I can get back there, to organising, to teaching - and I think I'll call it the Mayday Song, this style. It's transparent (so easy to learn and extend with) and powerful. Thanks, then, for that ( and yes I noticed the absence of joiners and their poetic replacements, the comma.) It's in the ecosystem of active and grounded Grace that Brian Doyle seeded in the world for us. (Sorry I'm getting teachy, which is quite reflex for me).
So what I'm really saying is thanks for the inspiration. I'm fugueing, which I meant to mean headfoggy, not quite peasoupy, but, when I look it up to check, means forgetting who you are, running away and getting somewhat dramatically hysterical. But I note that in the musical sense it means a polyphonic overlay that builds upon the layers - and there, that's what you do. We're both fugutives, then. (Sorry, I'm competing against my wife for dad jokes. She's winning, but I might be in with a chance for the next half hour or so.)
Of course I relate to all the starting notes for the fugue - tiredness, stress, burnout, body drain, hoping to achieve (while driven to make change). And the frustration rage. I haven't had laser beams, that's impressive.
So, if I haven't made it clear (which is likely), your writing, the place where you're coming from, and how you work through and do it, is inspiring. In that, I haven't been able to get through, and your willpower, despite the setbacks, has given me creative hope. That's pretty priceless.
I had a whole reply and my laptop battery died, but I just want to say thanks -- I lost three subscribers again, so you righted the universe. I have been in this lose three/gain three purgatory, I figure it's a difference in world view most of the time but this time I think it was either worldview or an eyeball phobia.
Writing is really hard with long covid, I gave up on keeping a train of thought or like ... planning. I don't publish much but still write, so the draft folder is chaotic. I think one of the hardest parts is simply not getting out much. I used to walk and bike everywhere and that made writing easy. Now I'm just hanging out in my house trying to figure out shit to do that doesn't require much thinking or energy.
Anyway thanks again. I hope you can get back to teaching soon!
Chaotic craft folder! So relate. And, well, now you mention it, the eyeball was a little freaky.
And hey, how's it all going?
I don't really know! Things are challenging lately because I want to get things accomplished but I also feel compelled to take a lot of cat naps. Hopefully Spring will give me a little momentum. How are you?
Yeah, that's what I get for asking the AI picture generator to make an ophanim in space.