A few years ago I discovered that I tend to get depressed in May and June, after comparing notes from year to year. I realized what it is, is that it starts to get nice around here and I’m still caught up in the “I must keep working on my writing projects” while in fact yearning to be outside, doing nothing. I finally discovered the solution to this. It’s the 3-day weekend. :-) Whereas I tend to continue working even on the weekends (mind you, this is the “work” that I enjoy doing), if it’s nice and I take off the last three days of the week for being outside (especially now that I’ve gotten a bike for the first time since I was 7 years old and am enjoying riding it just for fun), then there’s no depression or blue feelings. I don’t get as much accomplished, but it seems like a fair compromise between working and playing.
Not to bathe, mind you, to write! I got up at 5, did a bunch of things prior to starting the writing process, kept thinking “This would be so much nicer at the beach”... got on my bike, and 20 minutes later there I was, muscularly stimulated from the ride and writing away for a good 5 pages’ worth! Can’t beat this inspiring view for an office! :-)
... since it really means spend all day playing on the things that I enjoy working on, as opposed to spend all day goofing off.
Last weekend I spent three days goofing off.
It felt different, it felt renewing, and it felt like I could come back on Monday to my assorted projects with a renewed interest and spirit.
I have to explore this goofing off concept… :-)
Lots of progress over the course of the last few days, even if I took the weekend off. Characters, and story, rolling right along!
... and whether they destroy matter, energy and information as stuff falls into them… or whether, per the Suskin-Hawkins long-standing debate, the information is preserved in the black hole. The conclusion has been that the information is preserved and reflected on the black hole’s event horizon… which leads to the supposition that all information that has ever been generated is reflected and preserved in the universe’s event horizon: the very edge of the universe.
If that doesn’t make sense to you, don’t worry. I’m just parroting a provocative documentary that I just saw, but need to mull before I can actually understand this from the inside out… :-)
Momentum! Characters going places! Important things happening in every page that keep the story dynamic! A pinball of a story bouncing around yet with discernible destination! I like the way this adaptation is going!
...when all the energy in them flattens out and disappears and two adjacent universes then attract each other and touch, setting off a huge Big Bang that repeats the cycle endlessly. This is the current theory that seeks to unify string theory with the causes for the Big Bang. An interesting theory, if for no other reason than there doesn’t seem to be a real reason for the universe to contract after its expansion (to regenerate itself in another Big Bang, which is how Hindu cosmology envisions one cosmic “Breath of Brahma” – a large expansion followed by a large contraction). Anyway, who knows if this is true or not, but it is nevertheless and mind-expanding idea.
... and the emotional body, confirms a book I’m reading. I’d had this experience numerous times over the years, but it was the first time that this was confirmed by someone else… who has a background in physiology.
Lately I’ve had trouble logging into 43T from my mobile phone—it feels like the network is overloaded and it’s virtually impossible to update my entries. But going through a computer seems to work. So, I’m up to page 56, and continuing the work. Oftentimes it’s two, three hours a day… and the results show.
Slow going, but past the 1/3 rd mark. Still a fun, enjoyable process even if I have to backtrack from time to time and delete stuff that is not strictly necessary, and hence lose some of the page count progress…
... And counting! Slow but steady.
Wow. I always thought that the tightened innards when you get a bad or anxious feeling about something were the visceral muscles tightening. Turns out, per “YogAlign: Pain-Free Yoga from Your Inner Core”, the mind-blowing yoga book I’m reading, it’s not. The psoas is both smooth muscle (involuntary, like the heart) and skeletal muscle (consciously controlled). When you get anxious, that’s what tightens. Which of course pulls on the diaphragm, which is why your breath gets shallow. Verrrry interesting.
Well, with an abundance of socializing, I didn’t much work on this project this weekend… but today I caught up, with a vengeance! But we’ll see if the ratio of screenplay to novel is right. If my algebra serves me, page 73 / 246 in the novel is 37 / what in the screenplay? Hm. Comes out to 124 total screenplay pages. Will need to tighten it up post-adaptation to get it to sub-120 pages…
... which makes it about 1/5 of the way there… Challenges in converting something that’s narrated (the novel) to something that’s purely visual (the screenplay), but it’s coming along well. For certain I’ll have to do a second-pass to condense, but all’s well.
... and moving on. Today was a good writing day, for sure.
A purely-enjoyment breakfast meeting with some friends cut into my writing time… I tried to catch up later, but was uninspired… undeterred, I took the laptop on the bus with me and figured where it was that I was stuck… and zoomed through to Page 11. I’m happy.
This goal has sat here long enough, not forgotten but waylaid by other projects. Today I finally started it. Rose early and put in a decent 3 hours, resulting in 6 pages. Do I feel alive because I spent many hours outside yesterday in my walking meditation, because all of a sudden many new people are coming into my life, or because I wrote this morning? Or all 3? I know from experience that the most contributing factor was definitely the latter…
:-) all still within a short walk of home.
... for quiet, contemplative meditation, sometimes just what’s around the corner does the trick. This was my meditation spot yesterday, a 30-minute walk from my home.
... in a quiet and inspiring place. I want to seek out places like the ones in this photo, taken at the Church of St. John in central Turkey…