Bloodwork Drive Disarray

Schedule thrown into disarray this morning: year-late fasting blood work. But here I am, stuck, drawn, and scribbling these scraps to no one in particular. Something I noticed on the hunger-panged drive to the bloodwork, my first time in a few years on the pre-dawn roads (given that my pre-dawn hours are spent at The Work): people drive fast before the sun comes up. Everyone has somewhere to be, I suppose.

Today could qualify as "one of those days": not particuarly a surge of depression (thank you, happy pills), but not feeling particularly great about the state of things in my orbit either. Unease isn't the right word, nor is "down"; it's something else. Can't quite figure it. Resigned? No…

TSR0007, featuring Fran Dominguez, AKA Forest Robots, is now live. On with the day.

“Don’t Eat the Couch,” Redux / Pod Inbound

The sound-dampening / light blocking curtains are hung and the Sanctum feels even more like a cave which is the way I've always wanted it to be. Wrote the first book in a similar space and have, I think, been trying to get back to a semblance of that space / bring that space into the current iteration of the Sanctum ever since. Next task is to attend to the details, make it look better. Eye hooks are my friend.

Part of my frustration with The Main Thing comes from a desire to find a different rhythm for this one, to feel it in a different way. This desire – like all of them, really, is probably a mistake: as with (final) form, I need to let the story tell me how it's going to sound, the design of its house that will make it feel at home.

You were right, Scott. PICARD got better in episode six. But still: there's only four episodes to go – bit of a pacing issue there.

THE SOCIALIZED RECLUSE, Ep0007, featuring Fran Dominguez, AKA Forest Robots, is on its way. Should be live by 1000.

Links, 07sep2021

Patience / PICARD

WIP remains, at this early junture in its new/old existence, an exercise in patience. Remembering what Nick Cave said: "When something's not coming, it's coming." Learning to be ok with fuckall showing up on the page... or at least trying to be ok with fuckall. (Easier said and all that.)

Like its plodding pace, I'm slowly falling out of love with STAR TREK: PICARD's first season. Something of a shame – but, on the other hand, to be expected: whereas DISCOVERY was a jolt of electricty to the franchise, a bold new direction with new storytelling forms, PICARD is a wistful exercise in nostalgia – effective wistful nostalgia, but wistful nostalgia nonetheless. Still, Raffi needs her own spinoff. Awesome character.

(But, patience?)

More on the WIP after breakfast / dog sustenance, then the day's run, and final edits on TSR 0007, featuring Fran Dominguez, AKA Forest Robots. On track to arrive tomorrow morning.

If you’re into that sort of thing, here’s a current list of my writing / creating tools and implements.

Chainsaws to wayward and overgrown wisteria between getting TSR Episode 0007 to its first assembly: think I'm starting to get the hang of the Ferrite / iPad / Podtrak workflow. Apple Pencil acumen growing with each use: always find something new and interesting to do with it, biggest surprise being how fantastic it is for pod editing (though a little finicky). The Jorkie's recovery continues. How long until I get to go to bed?