Sunday, September 26, 2010

I Haz A Plan

This post is actually appearing in tandem with my other blog, mainly because I haven’t touched either for a while, and this topic is relevant to both. The issue at stake (mmm, steak) right now is my writing; since the beginning of this semester, what little writing I was doing has slowed to a crawl, but I think I’ve figured out a way to get back on that horse, thanks to technology. Thank you, technology horse.

Anyway, after prepping for courses, teaching those courses, and then evaluating students’ work from those courses, the motivation to write has been beaten right out of me. I wallow in shame at my lack of stamina; however, while the flesh is weak, the mind is still strong and willing. Well, willing anyway. Between blogs, new short story ideas, and The Novel, I’ve usually got quite a few narratives bouncing around in my head—so many that I often find myself thinking, Oh crap, what the hell was that idea about that thing that came to me the other day? The irony in this is that I’ve publicly boasted my habit of not jotting anything down, because if it’s a strong enough or good enough idea, then it’ll “stick,” but my brain has lost its stickiness. It’s like one of those window-crawling toys I had as a kid that lasted approximately half a dozen trips down the window before it just bounced off the glass and landed on the floor every time I threw it. No more sticky. Gone.

So I had to dig down into that crispy decrepitude and figure out some way to get past this, uh, this dry spell (ba-dum bum, crash!). After taking a quick inventory of tangible and intangible assets, I’ve devised a plan based on the resulting list which consists of:

  • 6 hours of commute per week (more to come by the end of October),
  • 1 laptop with relatively long battery life,
  • 1 earpiece headphone w/microphone,
  • 1 voice-recognition software application,
  • 1 word processing software application,
  • 1 audio recording software application (should the previous list item crap out on me).

Using my drive as writing time seems inevitable. My collection of podcasts and audio books is dwindling, and lately I’ve noticed my thoughts wandering off from whatever happened to be playing anyway. Focusing those thoughts on talking through my stories should be the ticket for making progress on this stalled creativity, even if I’m doing something as trivial as filling plot holes, talking myself through character profiles, or even dictating stupid blog posts.

Expect progress reports—probably on the other blog. This one will probably be filled with the stupid dictated posts.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

The cat looked hungry. It was out of food.

I was driving slowly down a quiet residential side street earlier this evening and saw someone about a block down cross in front of me to get to his parked car. They were on the other side, yet they waited for me to pass before opening the door. Both my windows were down, and right as I passed him, he ripped quite an impressive fart. There's no way he didn't hear me laughing before he got into his car.

Not that my story has anything to do with anything, except that lately it seems I've been a coincidental witness to some strange things. It's like I somehow turn invisible at the exact moment someone decides to pick their nose, one of those blatant deep digs typically done in private. But no, I get to share in the glory of random sightings that have yet to leave deep emotional scars, but they do leave me wondering: is this just happening to me, or is this widespread, signifying that people are generally becoming ruder?

I live in a relatively small community--a university town with a population that fluctuates at the beginning and end of the school year--so it's not like I'm in L.A. or Manhattan where a guy in a thong and superhero cape rollerblading past would be part of the daily landscape. Besides, someone like that is most likely looking for the attention anyway, whereas the people I'm talking about are doing or discussing things that feel completely unscripted, completely unintentional.

I'm almost ready to accuse myself of being too cynical here, but I have this gut feeling that people are becoming less aware of what's private and what isn't, forcing unwilling spectators to take on the role of audience members in their own personal reality program.

Yeah, I do sound pretty cynical. I also hope I'm wrong.

Friday, September 10, 2010

It was meant to be.

The world's first Klingon opera.

`Bout time.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Hittin' midgets with a squishy biscuit.

I made burritos tonight. These burritos were so good that I think they could have ushered in an era of world peace. Kim Jong Il would've eaten these and spent the rest of the night crying on my shoulder as he confessed all of his innermost fears.

Too bad I ate them. Man, they were good.

The semester is in full swing and I didn't get anywhere close to finishing my summer reading list. Or getting any significant writing done. The good news is that things are starting to even out now that classes are underway, I've made progress on my re-read of Tropic of Cancer, and I'm anticipating some writing time in the near future. I picked up some tutoring hours on campus after my classes, and one option open to me at the moment is to write while no one seems to have any major papers due yet, but I don't expect the quiet to hold out. One other option that recently occurred to me is to "write" during my commute between schools.

I teach for two schools right now (it will be three in late October), and I drive about an hour and half, round trip. I've been using my time to either listen to the news or catch up on a backlog of podcasts that have been piling up on me, but I recently recalled that I have voice-recognition software, a microphone headset, and a laptop with almost three hours of battery life. There is absolutely no reason I can't be dictating a few pages a week in transit, except maybe for the fact that I'll look like a blathering idiot to anyone who happens to drive past.

Screw it; I think this will be worth it. Hell, if this works, I may just have to get one of those adapters where I can charge my laptop in the cigarette lighter. Although it may affect my routine of drinking scotch while writing.