Writing Exercise

 I have no ideas for a story tonight.  But that doesn't mean don't write. One can always press the delete button if nothing much happens.  I don't want to waste your time.  It is like doing sit-ups.  Press the keys. See if the brain finds a gear.  Mix up the similes.  See if they sort themselves out. Why am I here?  That's the eternal question. Sometimes it doesn't seem very important. But it might produce something that is useful to someone.  Start where we are and move forward.  There are angels watching and they are easily amused. 

I have been taking a new medication for the last several days and it has had an enormous effect on my daily life.  It's not an antidepressant or muscle relaxant.  It is actually for physical stuff and it's working.  And my immediate reaction is fear that they are going to take it back.  They will refuse to hand it out after a few months. Maybe they will say Okay you can have it if we can give you a vaccination.  Just weird, paranoid thinking.  They wouldn't do that.  I don't think they would do it.  Would they do it? 


As I said before, it's a relative of Gabapentin. It's not a big deal. We went downtown today for some plywood panels. I told Nonie to be very careful driving.  We are at the top of the bell curve right now and it would be very easy to fall off.  This evening I want to thank various photos on the wall for the beauty and successful nature of today.  The real estate guy from the county slunk in here yesterday to take photos of the property.  Record the large shed we built a few years ago. But it's okay! Do your worst. The dollar is nearly worthless, anyway.  Food is an enormous expense.  But the county is going to get their dolaros for sure.  We need to stay ahead of that curve or on top of it. But not under it. 

I feel better, that's the main thing. I can relax and feel peaceful inside.  Meditate without physical distraction.  I watched two movies today. Neither was very good but it was awesome being able to go there. 

Some of the poems I have written lately are doing well.  And the blog as well. This month the blog had more views on the 15th day than were recorded in the entire previous month.  And it's all stuff from over here.  And there is a link from there to here.  It's cross pollination. It's all part of the top of the bell curve moment.  Really.  Something is going to happen.  Someone will tell me I can't write here like this.  Or I can't mention my blog. I don't know.  I do know that Kevin is very supportive and open-minded.  He's a details kind of person.  And he knows a lot about poetry I could never conceive of.  I'm an ADHD kind of person.  Nobody cares about that but it can be entertaining I've been told. 

I should just delete all of this.  It is purposeless rumination.  It is an attempt to fulful my prediction about sliding off the curve.  It will lead to no good outcomes.  It will garner zero views.  Humiliation.  But if it leads to one view that will be okay.  Because, in reality, there is only ever one view.  Mutliple views are, like any crowd, an abstraction.  Group mind?  Where?  I don't see it.  Always there are different thoughts, views, decisions.  There is only one person done many times. 

There, that's something worth saving.  It may not be true.  It may just be my fantasy for the evening. But we will go with it and keep writing every day. Because exercise is good and we are getting somewhere. We have this magic tool for reaching out into the world and, sometimes, even creating art. Writing stories and poetry.  Which I have done a great deal of here.  I know it feels like I am a slacker.  But check it out.  There's more to this than meets the eye.

And millions of people who have been innoculated with a giant mystery in the last few years are going to need exercise too. That's the final thought for the evening.  Grand gestures are percolating through their hearts and minds at this moment. All around the world!  One at a time of course.  And if they say I, theh writer, need to get a shot, well, I'm pretty open-minded too.  Also, I have living in the woods skills.  As long as there is some kind of internet connection and a place where we can meet it will be alright.  And it has given me an idea just this moment for a story. Plot lines are difficult to find sometimes. But this could work out. It might be a story or a poem.  It exists still waiting for a template.  Existence! Exercise is good! 

Otto is stubborn.  He feels abused.  He didn't like "I feel", "there is a".  Really dude?  That's all you have to say? He did say "vaccination" was a strong word.  So I suppose that is progress.  But 2.5 overall autorank?  I'll ask Gemini what she thinks.  Later.