Efforts to balance the tactile and the abstract continue.

Haven't decided if the reason I haven't completely given up writing is a true, deep love - or that I'm a stubborn bastard unwilling to admit defeat, least of all to myself. Leaning more towards the latter every day.

sergio

Enraged at my inability to make another WIP work yesterday afternoon, I grabbed whatever I could find - a hoe head and some unused pipe caps - and, this afternoon, after a morning of staring, gave him a body (mostly the non-reel bits of a reel mower, but there's some chainlink fence and garage spring in there) and a name, Sergio (chosen because that's the first name I imagined shouting if he fell). Still can't make the other piece work, but at least I have Sergio.

My window between "this story will be great, I'm so excited to get to work on it" to "what's the point?" has shrunk from about seven years to +/- seven minutes. Haven’t decided if this is progress or not.