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Thursday, May 9, 2019

Pierwalker Log: May 9, 2019

Writing start: 10:03 A.M.
Finish: 2:17 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 500
Edited (est.): 7300
Tasks

1. Failure: Read-through of chapter twenty-six

2. Book Three Melody: Off

3. Angel: Book Three: 500 new words
Notes: I absolutely love learning about new characters.

4. Random Chance Book Two: Read-through of chapter two

5. LOTR: Primary edit number four of chapter seven

6. Port Story: Off

7. Hidden Bookmarks: Read-through of chapter one

8. Rumpel: Off till next Tuesday

Special Projects: Edited Melody's "Add-ons," which are notes I keep as I write the series.

Extra notes: We're on our second viewing of the second season of Cobra Kai. We watched episode four last night. Probably my favorite thing about the series (and this isn't a given, as there are many fantastic things about it), is Johnny Lawrence's slow, halting, sometimes regressive transformation. I can relate to him in a big, big way--his struggles with poverty, his own personal shortcomings, his efforts to better himself, teaching students (and discovering he's good at it), and working to overcome his hatred of the one guy who got the better of him when he was in high school--Daniel LaRusso. I have had very similar struggles. The names may be different, but the struggles have been, or were, quite similar.

Season two is a bit heavier than season one. But I suppose that was inevitable with the return of John Kreese, Lawrence's bully of a sensei, whom Lawrence thought had died. It's hard to sugarcoat that turd.

If you haven't started watching Cobra Kai, you're seriously missing out. Seriously.

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A quote that I love from Ralph Waldo Emerson, one that is in Book Three of Angel, which I've just started writing:

Inevitably the universe wears our color, and every object falls successively into the subject itself. The subject exists, the subject enlarges; all things sooner or later fall into place. As I am, so I see; use what language we will, we can never say anything but what we are.

There is much to meditate on here, and much I still don't grok with it, try as I might. But every time I read it, it comes across to me heavy with wisdom and insight.

I believe very strongly that there is a God, and that human beings, to a limited degree, have free will. I was raised as a Catholic, and converted when I turned 41 to Unitarian Universalism. I have throughout my life taken freely from the world's big religions to form my own philosophy, to "fall into the subject itself," and to "enlarge" it, whatever "it" may be. The struggle at times has been overwhelming, and I have failed at least twice as much as I have succeeded. That's being generous.

Human souls are unique, which is why fundamentalism is so dangerous and destructive. To be a true believer, you must kill your uniqueness, which is to say your soul, your spirit. Isms should be guideposts only, points on a map. They aren't the map. The map, if you endeavor to live with any integrity whatsoever, doesn't exist.

Guideposts only.

This modern age is the most herd-istic, I'm convinced, in human history. The isms are at war with one another, and the planet is burning as a direct result. Not too much real thinking is going on. Uniqueness has been relegated to car and toilet paper commercials, where it's been mauled into trying to convince you that if you buy this Volvo or shop at Target or join Weight Watchers or use that kind of fabric softener, that you're a nonconformist, you're authentic, you're cool.

What's terrifying to me is that those commercials work. They must for those giant corporations to invest so much money into them.

And my good buddy Emerson weeps.

I work hard to make this blog reflect my own efforts at real uniqueness, at my efforts towards excellence, at my struggles to define myself more and more every day, to tell the stories I've been gifted with, and to reach out to the few of you who happen by on this remote digital highway.

This is who I am--to the best of my ability.


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