Writing start: 10:13 A.M.
Finish: 3:28 P.M.
Total new words (est.): New poem
Edited (est.): 19300
1. Failure: Primary edit number three of chapter twenty-one
2. Book Three Melody: Read-through
3. Love Story: Primary edit number four of chapter three
4. Ant Story: Primary edit number four of chapter three
5. Fractalverse: New poem
Notes: Why I write poetry.
6. The Cheapery St. Heroes: Book Two: Read-through
7. Dread Pirate Roberts: Read-through
8. Firefly: Off
Special: None today
Extra notes: When I get really bored, which, thankfully, does not happen often, I will occasionally look up people from my past.
It's a wasteful exercise, ultimately, and most times very depressing, inevitably leading me to think of that poignant scene in Dead Like Me where Daisy and George, tasked with cataloging the deceased into piles according to how they lived their lives and the last thought they had at their deaths, stare as their work nears completion. Daisy is horrified. "Why aren't there more piles?" she demands.
Most people work diligently to fit in. In fact, that is their Number One job in this life--to fit in. It supersedes even health concerns. To be like everyone else is Job Number One. Jobs Two, Three, ... and so on are just the sub-jobs of fitting in--getting the appropriate job, getting the appropriate husband or wife, having the appropriate number of kids, getting the appropriate square footage for the house in the appropriate neighborhood, etcetera.
And so, looking these people up once again, I couldn't help but think about Daisy and George and those existential piles--once again.
The Narrow Path beyond the Narrow Gate is indeed quite lonesome.
Here's hoping that you and I meet up on it someday.
Have a good weekend.