Writing log: TBN +666 words
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I stare at this blank screen and it stares back at me. I know it will be full soon, and I know I’ll be the one to fill it. But I do not know what I’m going to fill it with. I’ll blink a bunch of times and a bunch of lines will be written. Certain words I use keep jumping out at me as titles, like blink and blank, but I ignore them. Don’t title it until it’s done, it’s more fun that way.
So my fingers dance along. My eyes stare at the symbols as they appear on their lines, one more with every not quite tap of the keys. I breathe the air, functionally blind to the smell of it. What should I be writing for today’s rendition of The Note? Are these symbols the right ones or the wrong ones? The Note should be more about the books than it is about me, that’s genuinely how I feel. So, the books.
I did no work on the books today. I could have. Probably. But I didn’t. I got The Monksville Chronicles all set up – announcement tomorrow, posts starting Tuesday – and I also got about $30 in crypto by doing quizzes on Coinbase. Oh, and I found a nice pair of pliers in the woods. My father bought ’em off me for $5. Nothing wrong with that. I hiked a lot too. I went for a hike by Monksville when I woke up – that’s where I found the pliers – and I did a little rock climbing and there was a little crevice in a rock that was lined with quartz crystals. A family of blue-tailed skinks was living in that crevice, two adults and a few babies. It was one of the coolest fucking things I have ever seen. I found an actual goddamn lizard den. But I did no work on the books.
I did some thinking on the books, though. I’m thinking the untitled Godspace project is probably going to be stashed in the back of another book I’d like to write. The acronym for that book is TDI. I started it before Over the River like I did ANATH, got about 8,000 words in. I think I’m going to restart it though, take it in a slightly different direction. I might restart the untitled Godspace project too, I’m only about 2,000 into that. Do it all in a single stream of consciousness, y’feel? I may as well restart with ANATH too, that one’s only about 400 long. I have no idea when any of them will be done. Over the River, either. Time will tell.
I started this almost an hour ago. I don’t know where the fuck all that time went, but the page is full. And I sure am the one who filled it. I am the bookmaker, understand? The illegitimate son of ‘man. If you got that reference you’re a goddamn maniac.
If you’re there, hypothetical reade- and here’s another thing. These last two sentences I put at the end of every post? I type these lines out for The Note. For the book blog posts its all copy and paste, but for The Bookmaker’s Note I actually type them out. Because I care, goddamnit. Folks who read just my book posts are awesome and I appreciate all of them, but folks who read both my books and The Note, or even just The Note, y’all are in a different class. I appreciate the living fuck out of y’all. You especially. Yeah, you, on the other side of the screen. Or page. If you’re on the other side of the page then I don’t even know what to say, ‘man. Listen, I need to get out of here. Weekend Sunday is almost over and I need to get to bed, lemme just type out the last two sentences for you.
If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~