Dear Diary – SeaDate 260807
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LATE 9am
Crashed at 2, planned to get up at 7. That came at 8. And now I'm 2h in on writing when I should be doing client work!
Why are you like this? You know life will be easier if you front load with what you HAVE to do and then do the rest of the stuff later. Good, lord man. Don't be such an idiot.
What do you know, reasonable half of my brain? I am heart... we chase butterflies.
Brain shakes head.
Wrote the lovey reminder that we are not things to be owned and used, but wonders to be beheld: Vineyards
A thing about Cats (retread), and a second treatise on how we are enough. Kenough, in fact..
And I have to STOP writing/rewriting my piece on wandering around Paris. I love this line from it:
Taxi ride back to the champs d' Elyse: A man his bike with a baguette—almost as French a thing as I can imagine.
Too much to do today. Skipped breakfast. But
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Okay, let's see. Looking for a a piece i wrote on a morning in Spain, and a poem about Antibes. I really like writing here, but the file management is ridiculous.
As part of trying to be a human again, I'm combing through thousands of posts and thinking about balance writing honestly with hurting other people. I miss writing like everyone I know is dead. Maybe I'm just a raw nerve right now and in time, I'll have the courage and confidence to just let fly the dogs of love and war. Time will tell.
But writeas just doesn't have a search function. It requires downloading the entire blog, converting it to a spreadsheet and searching through 2300+ entries! Using #tags is pretty useful, but I am just not consistent.
After cataloguing (THAT'S a weird-looking word) I don't think I've ever seen all of my pieces listed in one place before. And this doesn't include the several hundred that I off-lined entirely, nor the other blogs I host—though those are mostly retreads of what I write here, the well-spring of my very very questionable genius.
Some personal favs:
The Economy of Tears Tidepool of Memory Holding Dams The Folded Man The Walled Garden The Place Where We Are Right The Storm Beneath The Water Between Us What Blossoms in Our Wake Rosy-Breasted Tide Runner
I was suprised over 500 were untitled. Very unlike me, but this is a massive body of work. My greedy Mister Burns wants to know how to monetize it. My heart just doesn't care.
The point is the work. Not what it gives you. Do the work. Build it and they will come. At least with writing, you don't need a mansion to store the massive paintings that are stacked all over my house.
Marching order 12p
Okay! Digging in and cranking out the work. It'll be a long day, but we'll get it all done, Keeper. Trust the process!!
Because no lighthouse keeper can exist without a cable knit sweater and a decent bottle of whiskey to accompany his library and games.
