haunted_comedy

I’ve got 17000 ok words of an essay that I need to cut to 10000 or less great ones. A trilogy of family crime movies and an extra credit 4th script if I really hustle all to be done this year. I painted my table white and use it to outline, outlines better for me when visual like a Tolkien map. Fun connections made that never would have otherwise. I’m glad I painted this crappy table and made it so nice to have around. I use kitchen timer with loud tick while I write. It makes me feel tense but aware of the passing of time. Keeps me off my phone. I always set the timer where I write for the sake of these posts to 45 mins or less and that’s what you read here. Sometimes I’ll spend the 45 minutes cooking and chopping previous entires from my notebooks. Or old stories that I never finished editing. Then I tend to tweak on it for a while after it’s posted, editing, even though my timer has dinged (a lovely sound every time - just like a boxers bell). I’m still ticking. I like to believe lots of people pay attention to me here but it doesn’t matter whether or not they do. It is simply the possibility that they might be and could be which thrills me in just the right amount. That plus the ticking of my timer really makes things feel distilled for a moment. Like everything matters. Every perception is worth noting. I consider it a public training space in the way Muhammad Ali and George Foreman allowed press to come watch them practice — it’s normal for athletes and horses. In reality I am more like a person who has sequestered a shadowy patch of grass next to the 101 1 freeway wherein I punch at the air , every now and then catching a passing glance from someone going by me at 60mph, their own time / tables to think about, not seeing anything here worth turning around for. Like I said. It’s all very Philip marlow-kay with me. I’m really satisfied with my 8. Would I take a 9th? No promises.