Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Pierwalker Log: February 7, 2018

Some breakthrough connections today. A project is really sparkling now, just a few weeks before I launch it. Good energy as I listen to Zero-7.

Writing start: 9:46 AM.
Finish: 1:45 PM.
Total new words: 800
Edited (est.): 9K


1. Book Two of Angel: three later chapters (Stage 1 Edit)
Notes: Verb tenses--present to past and back again--in Deanna's chapter are holding. This reading was affecting to me because it reads so well. I've really fought with getting the verb tenses right, and keeping the reader focused on her inner experience.

2. Failure: off/Mon.

3. Book Three Melody: 400 new words.
Notes: More details on the destruction of Imperium Centrum as seen from the enigmatic Harry Chin.

4. Watson: A wonderful connection made today regarding Ronan's salary and the fears of expectations regarding his work for Yank-Willow. As a result the chapter is finding its focus.

5. Book Two Cheapery St.: Read-through of chapter four. Pretty damn funny to this point. Can't wait to tackle more of it tomorrow.

6. Dread Pirate Roberts (2): Off.

7. Slum: Read-through.
Notes: Sometimes banality and mundanity are horrifying. There is much to say about this vision. Lots of description coming, starting tomorrow.

8. T-Bag (new fan-fiction from Prison Break): Off.

Extra note: In a month this blog will be a year old. Almost no one visits it (in fact, no one has in at least four days). So why am I smiling and feeling quite contented? I think it can be confirmed now that with respect to my work and finding an audience, I'm finally growing up. I've been writing since I was nineteen. That was 1981--thirty-seven years ago. No one gave a damn then, either. Nothing has changed. It isn't likely to. I'm okay with that. The 7-10-2 cycle is no longer a choice for me. I finally understand what Lao-tse talks about when he refers to striving. I'm no longer striving. And when I unconsciously begin to, I'm quicker and quicker about catching myself and stepping off.

My work isn't written for the masses. I write if for myself; for Kye; for God; and for the future. William Blake was right, and I thank him for his sterling example.