Thank God It’s Friday. I’ve been engrossed entirely in this contract that I am even beginning to think like an employee again and pray for Fridays to return! I dreamt about buying guns last night. In the dream, I owned a rifle. The police came to my house to make sure I had a permit for it. I did. I ended up befriending the cop and he took me down to the police station to help me buy another rifle. In the end, my new cop friend let me pick any hand gun I wanted from a shelf full of handguns. I chose the Barretta 9mm.
I forgot to set my alarm but luckily I woke up at 0430.
I felt like reading this morning instead of writing and so I started on a Jack Kerouac portrait by Barry Miles.
I have been wondering this week about how I spend my time. I feel right up against time. This short story I am working on is taking me forever because I spend about 40 minutes on it each morning. And yes I could write some gibberish and call it a story but I want to go beyond that and write fiction that matters and so even for this short story I am working hard to get it right. But the reason I am feeling up against time is that basically from 0615 until 1900 my day is consumed with the training contract I am on. That leaves very little time to practice meditation, workout, write, work on my business, and spend time with my family. Precious little time is left to do those things. I don’t want to create time trap thinking though. So I have been gravitating towards a philosophy of live each day as you live each day. To think about the future makes me anxious and frustrated.
I was just thinking that reading is important to me. What is different about last week to this week is that last week I read everyday. This week I haven’t read at all. My thinking seems random and chaotic this week. Reading this morning has seemed to have calmed my thinking and inspired this long passage. Read. Think. Write. Perhaps that is the formula.
Walter Brown Gibson wrote 282 The Shadow novels. He wrote on average two 60,000 word novels a month sometimes writing a novel in 4 days! He had 3 typewriters and would have 3 novels on the go at one time. He’d write on one typewriter until the ideas for that story wound down and then he would move to the next typewriter and work on that story.
As he said: To meet The Shadow schedule I had to hit 5,000 words or more per day. I geared for hat pace and found that instead of being worn out by 5,000 words I was just reaching my peak. I made 10,000 words my goal and found I could reach each. Some stories I wrote in four days each, starting early Monday morning, finishing late Thursday night…by living, thinking, even dreaming the story in one continued process, ideas came faster and faster.
A relatively chilled day at work. The portrait on Jack Kerouc has reawakened my interest in jazz. Jack was huge fan of jazz. I used to be a big fan of jazz in my early 20’s. When I converted my music collection to CDs, I never bothered to convert my jazz selection. I went up in the attic and found my old jazz collection on tape. I am listening to Pieces of a Dream and man I must say I have been missing out on my jazz. I think the flame is rekindled.
I want to start a group like the New Prometheans that Jack belonged to when he was at university. They met to discuss literature, politics and philosophy. They met for the betterment of mankind. A literary round table composed of folks who have literary pretensions…Categorised in: Blog