A friend and I debated tonight on the theory of gravity and how scientists can’t explain it, and the probability of black holes ending in a singularity, and how the “infinite mass” proposition as predicted by Einstein would require an infinite amount of energy to create such an event… and then I said, “Okay, but I don’t either of us are as smart as Einstein.”
What I’m saying is, I have wild Friday nights.
Just a few days ago I was complaining about not being able to write. Well, that night I did write. I rewrote the first chapter of the book, and tonight I’m going to look at more writing. And hopefully write more. I needed things to change that night, and I’m so happy they did. It was sort of a turning point for me to just start it and get back into it. This story is still the best thing I’ve ever written, and it deserves even more attention to make it shine like it needs to. And simply the act of writing again has made me a lot happier in general. I know it’s a great form of expression, but it’s also something I believe I’m quite good at… and I get anxious when I go for long periods without practicing or just doing it.
I’m seriously considering trying to find fellow writers to only exchange pieces of books at a time. For instance, sharing somewhere between three chapters at a time, and critiquing and editing them a section at a time instead of reading the entire thing and responding to it in that way. Like real writer’s groups do, in other words, share pieces at a time every week. Tackling sections at a time could allow for more “big” advice that could restructure stories as you go through them instead of reading an entire book and trying to explain a saggy feeling “somewhere in the middle” etc. It could be a good idea, I think?
I was going to write more in this post, like maybe ramble about how I’ve been watching The Matrix movies a lot after reading a philosophical article about it and becoming re-obsessed with the first movie and remembering just how mind-blowing it was when I first saw it… or about my recent passion for Apple Cider, or any number of other things, but I think I’m going to write some more fiction, because I have so much energy lately, and I don’t want to slack with this story again until it’s published somewhere.
Here’s hoping.
