Wrapping up...
Jun. 10th, 2005 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpThe walk went well, although by the time I decided there was too much wind for the way I was dressed, it was time to turn around and go home. Today, though, I followed the path I had planned to take yesterday, and if the time I spent walking is any indication, the distance exceeds that from home to the store.
I laid another couple of thousand words down on phosphor since then - the material I am working with is very familiar, I'm not sure I've encountered a really new term yet, so that whatever dipping I do into the dictionary is for my own peace of mind - so I am wondering whether I really am all that far behind. I guess I'll see what I can accomplish once I get to Houston.
While walking, I mused about something I've heard from various people about my LiveJournaling, to the effect that I must spend a lot of time doing this, usually with a subtext (or explicit statement) that my time could be better spent doing other, more important things.
It occurs to me that, primo, it's been ages since I've had a good sit-down where I freewheel away for an hour or so about something-or-other. Segundo, if I were to suggest that my critics' time would be better spent doing things other than, say, reading the paper, watching television, drinking that extra cup of coffee, or brushing their hair in the morning - I mean, you don't really have to brush your hair, do you? - I'd get funny looks.
The reason I'd get funny looks is because everyone brushes their hair. Everyone watches TV (pretty much). But because I choose to spend some time doing something that helps me better focus on what has or is about to happen, or on clearing away the cobwebs between my ears - as I am doing now - and because this isn't the kind of activity that "everyone" engages in (write? about stuff in general? huh?), some people think it's a purely elective activity, and that maybe I'd be better off doing something else.
(I say again: if you are thinking these words are directed at one person in particular, you'd be wrong.)
In short, writing keeps me focused, keeps me sharp, forces me to think about things I normally wouldn't think about, and relieves an aching that darned well almost ruined my life back when I was younger, which is a tale for another time.
Departure for Houston is tomorrow. I hope to get under way with Galina before noon, so we have a chance to bed down between Amarillo and Ft. Worth tomorrow night. I still have to pack. Ye gods.
Cheers...
I laid another couple of thousand words down on phosphor since then - the material I am working with is very familiar, I'm not sure I've encountered a really new term yet, so that whatever dipping I do into the dictionary is for my own peace of mind - so I am wondering whether I really am all that far behind. I guess I'll see what I can accomplish once I get to Houston.
While walking, I mused about something I've heard from various people about my LiveJournaling, to the effect that I must spend a lot of time doing this, usually with a subtext (or explicit statement) that my time could be better spent doing other, more important things.
It occurs to me that, primo, it's been ages since I've had a good sit-down where I freewheel away for an hour or so about something-or-other. Segundo, if I were to suggest that my critics' time would be better spent doing things other than, say, reading the paper, watching television, drinking that extra cup of coffee, or brushing their hair in the morning - I mean, you don't really have to brush your hair, do you? - I'd get funny looks.
The reason I'd get funny looks is because everyone brushes their hair. Everyone watches TV (pretty much). But because I choose to spend some time doing something that helps me better focus on what has or is about to happen, or on clearing away the cobwebs between my ears - as I am doing now - and because this isn't the kind of activity that "everyone" engages in (write? about stuff in general? huh?), some people think it's a purely elective activity, and that maybe I'd be better off doing something else.
(I say again: if you are thinking these words are directed at one person in particular, you'd be wrong.)
In short, writing keeps me focused, keeps me sharp, forces me to think about things I normally wouldn't think about, and relieves an aching that darned well almost ruined my life back when I was younger, which is a tale for another time.
Departure for Houston is tomorrow. I hope to get under way with Galina before noon, so we have a chance to bed down between Amarillo and Ft. Worth tomorrow night. I still have to pack. Ye gods.
Cheers...
