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March Marches On
Yesterday ended at 02:00 for me. I’ve got tons more to do. Jeez…
Courage
The Cowardly Lion Courage Speech
Courage is the ladder on which all the other virtues mount. ~Clare Boothe Luce
Checking the news, I’m seeing a lot of stuff going on that makes me wonder if they actually rescinded the Constitution without letting us know.
Blue State governors have been maintaining 14 Days to Flatten the Curve since about this time last year with no end in sight. Red States are opening with minimal harm insofar as the “pandemic” is concerned. In fact, the stats for open states are considerably more favorable than those which remain in draconian lockdowns. Dogma is no match for facts. That’s why Democraps avoid facts like the plague…
As we start approaching patriotic holidays like Memorial Day and Independence Day, perhaps we’ll find the courage to call out the idiots in power and their willing shills in the media. We DO still have a Constitution and it DOES place limits that these idiots continue to side-step with impunity.
Maybe if there were platforms that were genuinely neutral, we could have an honest conversation instead of simply being canceled and de-platformed by butthurt libtards. Obviously, there need to be consequences for people who level actual threats against individuals or groups but there also need to be consequences for people who are openly planning criminal activity online such as the child-abuse rings on various social media platforms and the spokespersons of foreign governments who openly espouse the destruction of neighboring countries or ethnic minorities in their own countries.
Lady Justice has a blindfold and scales. Lady Social Media has rose-colored glasses and vague, ever-changing set of Community Standards. I prefer the former to the latter.
Spring Is Coming
Nelly – Hot In Herre (Official Music Video)
We actually got back up into the low 70s this week and it’s still Winter. Start working on that beach bod, y’all. The hot weather is coming with a dreadful haste and nobody wants to see all those flabby quarantine bods when it becomes š„ fuck me š„ it’s hot š„ outside.
I’m currently down about 25 pounds but you’d never know it to look at me. I’ve got a long way to go before anyone can tell the difference. I need to find a regimen that helps to burn off some of the excess squish without exacerbating my costochondritis or causing me even more fatigue than I’m already experiencing.
I do need to go out and catch some rays because my vitamins can only do so much. The collateral damage of such a jaunt is usually enough to make me think twice about undertaking it.
Fortune
Fortune favors the prepared mind. ~Louis Pasteur
Speaking of undertakings, I’ve still got a story to write.
Ha!
Try telling that to the giant pile of work I need to catch up on. Not only do I need to catch up, but any thought of setting that aside for the weekend simply leads to indecisiveness that’s born of guilt over not doing the other stuff.
As Dr. Pasteur said, “prepared mind“. The reason I can write this without being distracted by the other stuff is that it’s on my to-do list. I haven’t put the writing on my to-do list because, subconsciously, I still regard it as an indulgence rather than a necessity.
Despite the fact that I feel the need to write the stories I’ve conjured up, I still don’t treat them as a need. I must correct that in order to get back on track with my writing because I really do need to get them done.
I also have to change the way I feel about it. When I attach the idea of income to something, it generally sort of ruins it for me. I certainly like having money. I like when it drops into my bank account like clockwork. What I don’t like is attaching the work to the money because it spoils the enjoyment of doing.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to split the difference. Doing something for money usually sours the experience. I feel as if I’m not being fairly compensated or else I feel like I’m getting too much for doing something so ridiculously simple. It’s kind of a rollercoaster ride. I like rollercoaster rides but not all day, every day, all week long. I can only really do my work by setting aside the monetary aspect of it and just doing what I do in expectation of the paycheck dropping in on a bi-weekly basis.
So, attaching that to the writing would simply spoil the whole experience for me. I wish I could outsource that somehow. Problem is, that can lead to all kinds of problems. I’m not exactly sure how to fix that yet. Of course, no money is being made so it doesn’t matter who manages it.
Gah!
Well, that’s my mental conundrum for the nonce. I’ve got to redefine my writing as a need rather than a luxury, hobby, someday or whatever. It simply needs to happen on a daily basis whether I have time for it or not. How? Who knows? I just have to exaclty as I have to get these outstanding work items off of my freaking plate.
There simply aren’t enough hours in the day and I’m not getting any younger. I’ve got to get my writing to be internalized as a need the way that I need to write this blog twice a week or Christmas All The Time on the 25th of the month February thru October or my Holiday Season Serial Romances on a daily basis from Thanksgiving thru Epiphany and so forth.
Those things all need to happen as much as eating, drinking, going to the bathroom or sleeping. They simply must occur. My writing needs to get to that level of essential importance.
I think that the reason it hasn’t is partly because of the šµ money šµ ruins šµ everything šµ concept I covered above and partly because I’m dreading another element of uncertainty.
I come to this blog, in most cases, having absolutely no idea what I’m going to say. I get to my Christmas All The Time monthlies with no idea what I want to accomplish and I crank out my Holiday Season Serial Romances with only the vaguest notion of how the story will end. Those are fairly little things. Novels are considerably larger and more involved.
I think my mind is trying to prevent me from biting off more than I can chew because it sees the writing as a finished whole rather than a daily task in order to reach the whole. DIfferentiating between the individual steps to running a marathon is significantly different to the subconscious than conceiving of running a marathon. It sees big thing, better not bother when it should really see okay, here are the little things that need to be done on a daily basis to get there.
How to make that paradigm shift? Who knows? Maybe mulling it over like this will help. Maybe I’ll find a how-to for programming the subconscious. The sooner the better, though, because I really need to get on with my writing and I need to start getting consistent.
One item off today’s to-do list, a ton more to go. No rest for the weakened this weekend…