Monday, September 3, 2018

Pierwalker Log: September 3, 2018

Writing start: 9:46 A.M.
Finish: 2:22 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 600
Edited (est.): 12300 + 2 poems


1. Failure: Align edit chapter two

2. Book Three Melody: Read-through
Notes: After more than a month off, I can say I am impressed with this chapter. I think it'll finish nicely.

3. Love Story: 600 new words
Notes: This current chapter will probably be in the 6 - 8K range.

4. Ant story: Off

5. Fractalverse: Read-through of latest two poems

6. Firefly: Read-through
Notes: Maybe I'll get some new words down tomorrow!

7. Gilligan: Read-through

8. Slum: Off till Saturday

Special. Obituary edit number three: Off

Extra notes: It feels so good to be writing and editing again, to lose myself in the stories. I've really missed them.

I think this will become a yearly thing--to take a month off. Despite last month being hellish, my creative mind got a chance to rest and recover from more than a year's worth of very hard work. I've noticed that I've come back eager, and with new insights and "transmissions." I've got a stronger focus, and my enthusiasm level has never been higher.

Writing and editing are my lifeblood. But even lifeblood can get fatigued and eventually poisoned from too much work. I needed the rest.

Today marks the unofficial end of summer. I'm very excited about that, too. This corner of the world will slowly, after today, become depopulated of the tourists and out-of-town relatives and all the rest who, yes, keep this local economy, weak as it is, still gasping along, but also who despoil its rivers and shorelines. The dam has sprung a leak. By this time next month only half of the tourists will remain. By November 1 almost all of them will be gone. For that reason I have come to really cherish this time of year. The increasing space and deepening quiet supercharges my creativity; and now that I've given it the extra rest it needed, I'm really looking forward to long days lost in my stories as the leaves turn and the skies darken with rain clouds. If that sound arrogant and self-absorbed to you, I guess my response is that you must not be a writer. If however you are, you'll understand.