Given that you are vested at least one blog deep in this 4 weblog empire, you are no doubt fully aware of the fact that I can’t write fiction. Now, I can write some serious nonfiction. I can write it fast and funny, good and great, understated or overblown. But I can’t write fiction.
Which is a bummer for me. I’d love to be able to toss that perfect phrase onto page to sum up where I’d been, why I was back, and why it mattered. And I never could. I just ended up thrashing, like some kind of medical-crazed rock critic with a fat thesaurus and a bottle of whiskey, and a compulsion to lie.
The diagnosis of cancer—serious cancer—sort of brought all this into focus for me. Seems like the moment when somebody with brains and ambitions and a sense of destiny would promise him or herself get this hands and his heart under control and write that novel he’d had kicking around inside for decades. Not for me, though. I know I don’t have it in me. I got a different problem.
I’m runnin’ a nightly race between pain killers and recorded music. I have a couple dozen really nice originals and creative covers all scribbled out. They are really good. With a little luck, some drive, and short periods of coherence before the hard stuff kicks in, I should be able to get two or three drafts into digital format every evening, Which could get me a decent album a month over the next 6. Not bad, even for a slacker like me!
Completely covered. The future’s so bright…I gotta wear shades… .
Or would have to, if I had actual drive and ambition. So here’s where I’m heading. I’m gonna start sticking the draft music up with the tunes on http://theresaturtleinmysouplblogspot.com/ after I’ve produced ‘em within an inch of their lives. I’ll keep the sustainability science at http://sustainablebiospheredotnet.blogspot.com/, the cancer stuff at http://endoftheworldparteux.blogspot.com/, and family and friend and general news as htt://docviper.livejournal.com/. Remember, it’s an adaptive system. Let’s make it work for you!!!!