Something’s Strange…

Also, dear reader, my thoughts fly fast, like bees through a moth-eaten netting, and I haven’t caught many. The the steps of getting to a keyboard, much less a pad of striped paper have escaped me. I type this now upon the screen of my phone. And yea, there is some success today — ’tis my first use of the aside feature. 

Rest assured, friend, I still attempt to struggle to the f’ing pen and what scratches into the table it makes. Rats. 

Writing Strong

So, My first blog follower. I’ve let you down.

With all my high-faloottin’, fast-typin’ bravado, I declared “I will post once a day for the month of November!” and i did not post for two days.

Sequences got in the way.

The steps for saying that statement and the actual, actionable steps, well, putting that in order in my head can be challenging. Society’s doctors call this Attention Deficit Disorder. I call it a survival technique.

Anyway, I’m typing this now. So there’s your post.

“Blog Post” is such a vague term. How do you know when you’re done? Take texting, for example. The interface of your phone and keyboard make it for short messages, yet there are others skilled to composed, at least fan fiction, on their phones. And fast, and typed propperly(sp).

…my thoughts started racing faster than I type, which is like 15 words a minute, so I lost my train of thought.

This is the point where I paused and looked at what I frosted-typed and figure out a way to tie this post together. In Brené Brown’s book Rising Strong (www.brenebrown.com) which is about rising from loss or failure, she mentions in many autobiographical tales of triumph, we do see the ‘hero’ in the failure part, the athlete sums up it up with ‘I worked hard’.

I am writing this post, for you dear reader, so show you I failed/slash/discovered, that i needed to Clarify what “I will post once a day for the month of November!” was in actionable steps, envision an outcome and aim.

And there’s your Nugget o’ Earned Wisdom.

(Wondering about ‘frosted-typed’ that was another mistake. I decided to leave it in. One mistake is another’s discovery. Maybe ‘frosted-typed’ is a verb for “reviewing one’s Shitty First Draft (SFD)”, another concept from Rising Strong.)

You can get what you wish for

I went searching for this image of Neil Gaiman icing his hand and wrist after signing 3,000 books and found this —

Author Neil Gaiman
Author Neil Gaiman

I find it extremely ironic that an author, who know for uniquely stringing words together, is compelled, (right word?) to sign all those books, at the detriment of the very instrument he uses to create.

I’m sure there’s a “Gift of the Magi” type short story in that.

Me, I ain’t got so many words to string together. Currently, I’m flummoxed by so many steps, so I’m attempting to cut, A to B, direct path, but even blog posting has steps. I’ve been struggling with steps/sequencing so I’ve taken up studying Getting Things Done methodology by David Allen. I’ve read the first edition over a decade ago and have attempted to follow it over and over, as much as attempting Nanowrimo. I jumped onto the 2nd edition in 2015 and it’s one of the few books I completed, loaned out and lost. I got an audio copy. Hearing someone speak the practices works better for me. Still, It’s difficult to play catch by myself, I’ve found, I needed to improvise.

I found a terrific resource in the free 14 day trial of their GTD Connect service on their site. I found I can use the deadline to my advantage to ‘sprint’ trough the 14 day (they even provide a path guide!).

The most challenging part is quizzing myself on utilizing the techniques, as I wants to be able to feel I can apply abstract concepts – akin to self teaching karate from a book.

Self-teaching feels much like a distorted bubble for me. I knew someone studying to become a Social Worker who protested his university curriculum as all his social work classes were online.
Not very social.

And here I am, away from the herd, typing on a piece of metal and glass, hoping to create something of value, to bring back the herd.

I better ice up my hand for tomorrow.

This Post is part of Topher’s Type-a-thon Nanowrimo-ish Self-Contest to post something daily in the month of November.

 

Hello again, friend!

Andy Baio over at waxy.org posted this thing about the death of the personal blog site. I’ve been a respect-er (er) of the long-time work of daddy of RSS, Dave Winer – Check out his site www.scripting.com – What I admire is not what, but how he writes about the topics he’s exploring. And, yes, you may be feeling a bit of ego-tinge do I dare publish? Ya, we heard it before. Well, these two people, among many others, have compelled me to type.

(>-I’m drafting this in a new app to me, Scrivener, gotta Look up turning off hypertext links. UPDATE: I found it under Preferences > Corrections thank you, User manual!<-)

If anything good comes of this, you can thank the amazing friends I made at xoxo. (I’m unable to explain everything on the internet, so expect links and go explore, friend.)

Nanowrimo is 1,667 words a day. I’ve failed this annual contest more than I’ve completed reading novels. Words don’t come too easily for me and while I can create full sentences, it doesn’t demonstrate how long the struggle of coming up with the words while typing is. See what I mean?

A friend suggested writing poetry. When words already feel weird then typing CAMPBELL DOTH PRAYETH THE RAIN doesn’t make me feel any saner.

A few other friends suggested I start video blogging. …Anyway, my thoughts are coming faster than my fingers and don’t know whether  completing is worth the while of editing, yet all we do is require sentences from people. …We shall see.

I’ve owned a wordpress hosted site since 2006. I’ve struggled with coding, setting up user groups. I wanted to even add graphic accents to the site. It’s not like painting a house. Then you finally get to the blinking cursor of writing; exhausted from writing HEXDEV:wh8tever scrambled brains and eggs.

I propose, for the month of November 2016, that I will post once a day on this website. I don’t think I can get to 1,667 words a day without rambling, and without feedback, it’s hard to know if I’m making sense or even ought to engage in the effort. This feels like this is journaling, isn’t it? PLEASE stop me if I describe my day that doesn’t make sense to a stranger.

I don’t think I can get to 1,667 words a day so I will post here everyday but the thing I do might be somewhere else on the internet, cool?

So check back every day for something new.

Work in progress, under construction. Thanks for reading.