Getting hyper about a writing project that I’ve reincarnated to relieve and refocus the stress into a productive mode. One thing I’ve learned about stress and the possible resulting depression is that it can leave you feeling lost and helpless and forgetting that you’re a fully capable person in all the other areas of your life. Huddled in a self-wound ball, you bounce around and barely touch the surface of the base of floor you once lovingly kept polished. That’s just a creative metaphor for being grounded, and it pleases me no end that no matter how hokey or cliche it sounds, I can imagine and write it out creatively instead of despondently calling it dirt.
So with the falling leaves and autumn rains I plant the bulbs that plump themselves and slowly grow to stick their heads out raising blossoms to the sky. That’s just another silly metaphor for digging in and nurturing the planted seed of idea. (Though I must admit that this post is a complication of my two natures; normally I’m either telling it straight or penning notes and clefs and bars that need be played by cello, violin and trumpet to hear the opus in all its symphonic melody.
So said, I have reinstated Pseudohyperfiction as a playground for a multimedia project that will include text, and eventually audio and visuals enhancing that all important structure–story. Visit if you like, help is welcome, praise is encouraged, criticism is taken grudgingly but seriously considered.
Meanwhile, I must admit that while McCarthy, Atwood, Marquez (and the many others to be shortly explored), courses in creative writing, literature and new media, maintaining weblogs, corresponding, talking, watching people, and yes–even the experience of computer classroom setup in Statistics–are all being seen for the valuable input of knowledge that can be drawn upon for this, as for any project in daily living.
Somehow I suddenly remember how to draw a deep breath.
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