A month ago I took an unannounced, largely unplanned vacation with the family to Caribbean Costa Rica. We were there for a week and had less internet connectivity than we expected, but that was made up for by the over abundance of stomach viruses we picked up. I readr alot of books and wrote downr alot of notes. Getting in the place back to LA a week later I felt invigorated and wondered how I would get anything else done with all the writing I planned to do. I was exploding with ideas, and happy to noalonger be exploding in other areas.
That was 3 weeks ago.
I’ve barely written a word.
I feel overwhelmed.
Everytime I sit downrthinking now I’m going to write some of this stuff I realize I have other deadlines, something else that someone is waiting on, an ever growing todoalist.. Then I get stressed and give up on being creative and try to get something else done. Which I actually do,rthings are getting done, just not the writing I was so excited to get started on several weeks ago. My notebook is sitting there untouched, scowling at me.
I haven’t been entirely unproductive though. I’ve been playing with datamoshing, databending, glitch inducing, pixlesorting, photosounding andr abunch of other weird graphic beautiful errors. Some of that will find it’s way into cmhhtd stuff, so I am glad to have that outlet and looking forward to what may come from it.
I know I juggle alot of things, and it’s hard to fit everything in. This one is just annoys me because for the first time inr along time the thing I really want to do I can’t. Or rather, I can’t figure out how to. Just yet anyway. I’m confident that I’ll eventually figure out where all the puzzle pieces go,rhow they fit together. But in the meantime it sucks. I’ve mentioned starting a writing group to a few people – largely in passing, not inr ny real actionable invitational way – kind of hoping something like that would guilt me into getting something done, but I don’t even know how something like that would work.
I don’t know why I’m even writing this blog post honestly, I just wanted to see some words fill up the screen to make myself feel better before I go back and fold some laundry and figure out how to hang those sun sails outside to block the early morning rays from being converted into laser heat death by our kitchen window.