10:ish. Feels like I haven’t been in the lab for ages. There’s a lesson in that. If you don’t make time for an activity it wont get done. You’ll do other shit. I realized today I have to write, new stuff, I mean. This whole idea of not writing but solely focusing on the editing is a fool’s errand. A remnant of some Protestant, Larry the Cable Guy (shudder) “get-er-done”, sort of impulse that something needs to be finished. Social climax must be achieved. We got to get off, don’t we?
Last night driving to the grocery, there was a guy in his forties, slim, but old man round belly, barefoot, smoking on a corn-cob pipe, staring at his setting ponderously. The setting was not ideal, small packed apartments, backside of some businesses. I worried about him walking around like that barefoot. His flattened head of greying hair told me he was a sleeper, possibly a reader too, a lounger. Out for a stretch, a smoke. Felt an affinity, it’s good to see people taking a minute to look around, soak it in for a second. Looked like a meerkat, coming above ground, surprised there was so much going on.
Yep, definitely going to start a new project. Pretty excited about this one. Coffee’s hot and plentiful, the day is open, and the scene is set, let’s go!