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Entropy

So, what’s this all about then? One of the many definitions of entropy is “a process of degradation or running down or a trend to disorder“. Welcome to my life, my mind, my ongoing struggle.

Decaying

Among the many things that are falling apart around and inside of me, I miss my mind the most. I have been in a paralyzing mind fog. I was able to patch up the back deck with a bit of creative engineering and succeeded in replacing our old multifunction printer with one my dad left us when they moved to Florida. Unfortunately, stuff on the work front is conspicuously lacking in progress. Despite the growing calamity, I just don’t seem to be able to get my act together.

That officially sucks. I used to be a focus monster. I designed and coded complex systems with ease. Now, not so much. I put stuff on my to-do list and…

I’m rather upset with my lack of capacity for focus. It was my most valuable asset. With the loss of that, all the collateral factors conspire to reduce me to utter uselessness.

Randomness

One of the main side-effects of being incapable of focus is that one tends to drift with the prevailing wind. Everything redirects. Sounds pretty weak and wishy-washy, but my ability to take things for granted is actually being impacted in a concrete way. The construction underway for the summer is working out to be a complete pain in the ass. Everywhere I go, there’s a damned sign saying the road will be closed or that it already is with no indication of when it will be back open.

Let’s be real. This is Pennsylvania. They’ll patch the crap out of something and it will be drivable for a month or so. The next good rain storm and we’ll be right back in the world of suspension-shattering potholes. A nearby city is gearing up for massive construction efforts. Roads are being redirected and will be going every which way. I’d love to bypass the place entirely until it’s over, but there’s absolutely no way we can avoid it for the duration. Total PITA.

Restructuring

Recasting fairy tales has become a publishing sub-genre in itself, and has been done both well and to the point of entropy. More interesting are those works where the structures of fairytales are abandoned but the world of ‘fairy’ is imported as a delicate spice. ~Grayham Joyce

I discovered that the reason my novel refuses to be finished is that it requires some prequels. It really wants to be fourth in a series of five novels. Okay, I’ve been stewing on that a bit. Unfortunately, my mind-fog simply isn’t clearing. I’ve been assembling some notions for a long story arc, but it’s going to take a while for that to turn into coherent narrative. At least I have a direction to go.

In an effort to get back on track, I’m setting a post schedule of twice a week for myself whether I have something useful to say or not. I think you’d probably agree that today is definitely one of the nots.

Oh well, the theory runs that if I force myself to do this it will lead to a habit that will lead to me saying something worth reading. Sorry for today, but this is what I’ve got to work with right now. Better things to come, dear reader. It’s all good in theory…

It’s a quickie, but what else would you expect on “hump day“?