There is Snow and Here Are Words

Good morning, there is snow. Excitement bubbling as I get to put Baby Leaf Blower (not Baby Yoda cute, but close) to the test of its car-unearthing-from-snow capability.

Probably useless thought: Sticking with one post a day here. EarBliss stays, even if no one listens to it; I enjoy putting them together. Also, I have returned to Micro.Blog. Time to commit.

Useful thought: Diving headfirst into the deep end of a shallow pool with the revision process to the new next book (a vomit draft took ten days of writing and eight years of thought). Each work, I've found, brings with it its own process. A new book = a new job, with each phase.

Revision: the slow slog, the one I love - most of the time. Pulling apart strands, tying them into new things. At least this time I have both the vomit draft / outline-ish thing that isn't – not only as a northstar to go back to when I invevitably lose my way, the cheatsheet of chords and melody for the improvisations required to make a memorable live performance, but proof to myself that the story, the bare bones of it, work – and the self imposed deadline (or at least a date of temporal renegotiation in three month increments based upon progress up to that point but I'll continue to call it a deadline), 04 December 2020, to – in theory – prevent a years-long spiral of perfectionism and self-delusion.

Car unearthing: success. The day is won.

Listening: BECOME DESERT, by John Luther Adams.