I drafted a drabble. I drafted a haiku. I drafted another drabble. None of these pieces are ready to share, so instead I’ll leave you with this back-to-school story from Fireside ok, that was too scary so I’ll just go submit a story to an anthology!
I’m apparently out of practice balancing the day job with other things. I also spent a good part of my day interfacing with computers, so while I relearn time-management skills, here’s a story from Ken Liu.
For the past few days, my inbox has been filling up with emails on advice to writers. You know the type: listicles with “What every writer should know” and “Top ten tips for writers,” that sort of thing. That’s fine as far as it goes, and depending on your progress as a writer, many of these comments may very well be useful.
Still, I can’t help thinking that my own advice would be both shorter and more broadly applicable. (And yes, when it comes to recommendations like this I am my own best customer.)
And somehow the last bit of my break is over. What have I done? Not much and a lot. I originally considered setting some big dramatic goal, like writing a novel, but decided that I’d benefit much more by just… not. So I wrote some but read more, cooked some and ate more, hiked some and lounged more. Did I cross a lot off my list? Yes, but I decided not to worry too much about the remaining items.
I also had a little fun along the way. Here’s a birthday card I put together (with the relevant numbers removed to protect the innocent).
It’s one of those days today, where the clouds hang low and only drizzle when you go to the mailbox or want to go for a walk. I’ve been working steadily but not getting as much done as I’d like. Such is the way of Mondays.
In honor of this deeply mediocre Monday, I give you my version of the Omnitaur. Here’s the original by xkcd:
And here is my own half-assed version. It needs more work and focus, and that’s just not happening today. And oh look, I just noticed that the bull segment disappeared somewhere along the way. Ah well!
Some days creativity doesn’t quite work. Still worth it.
Draw a crazy picture, Write a nutty poem, Sing a mumble-grumble song, Whistle through your comb. Do a loony-goony dance ‘Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world That ain’t been there before.
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