Hello and good day, everyone. It’s Thursday morning, the last Thursday of May (2020 (AD or CE (Gregorian calendar))), and—at least where I live—people are starting to go back to work. We can only wait and see whether this will be something that large numbers of the population will regret or not, but I can certainly sympathize with their desire.
I haven’t yet written anything for Iterations of Zero this week. I could post one of a few bits that I’ve already written; I have two pieces primed and ready. However, those essays are rather dark and somewhat negative; they have a sardonic and grim character, and that’s not what I want to get across right now. I’m trying very hard to be positive (this despite appallingly wet weather, even by south Florida standards, which is making my chronic back pain flare up something fierce*).
So, instead of using either one of those articles, which I’ll save for later, I think I’ll make a post embedding my five original song “videos”** which are up on YouTube. I’ve said before, half-jokingly, that I have roughly half-an-album’s-worth of original songs recorded and produced, and I’m inclined to work toward another half, just for shits and giggles. But it would be nice to have more people tell me what they think about the songs before I put a lot of effort in. I have received good reviews from those who have listened so far (and they weren’t all family members). Considering the limitations under which they were made, I think the songs have come out remarkably well. Still, I’m definitely my own primary audience thus far.
This isn’t so terrible; it’s nice that, just as I enjoy reading my own stories, I also enjoy listening to my own songs. But I do face a serious obstacle in that I’m built or was trained or raised in such a way as to find self-promotion extremely difficult, and even distasteful. Some large and loud part of me finds it unseemly to tell people, “Hey, listen to this song that I made,” or even, “Hey, you should read this book that I wrote.” I’m also terribly embarrassed to be in the same room as someone listening to one of my songs.
I think I would benefit greatly from awakening just a little bit of the Trumpian spirit that must surely lie dormant within me. When I’m honest with myself, and can push past my cringing, I really do think the songs are pretty good, especially considering what I have to work with***. And in all honesty, I think my stories and books are quite good, and if it wouldn’t be just supremely cheesy, I’d go on Amazon and rate them each five stars and give them dazzling reviews. That’s probably what Kanye West or The Donald would do, but I don’t know if I’m capable of it.
Speaking of my books, I’m about seventy pages from finishing the second to last run-through of Unanimity. This means that the final turn, with layout, cover design, etc., is fast approaching. I’m tempted to say that I feel like Frodo finally reaching the Plateau of Gorgoroth, but Unanimity is definitely NOT like the One Ring. That is to say, I don’t consider it a cursed or dark or deadly burden of which I’m eager to be rid. Quite the contrary, I love it dearly****. But it has been a helluva journey through spacetime and through mindspace and workspace and whatever other phase space one might conjure to describe the process. It’s certainly taken longer in proper time than the journey portion of The Lord of the Rings took‡, though the main-arc events of that book, from “A Long-expected Party” even just until “The Scouring of the Shire” last at least a good seventeen or so years, if memory serves. Correct me if I’m wrong†, please.
With that good and exciting news, I think I’ll wrap things up for the week. As always, I wish you all the best of all possible things, both short-term and long-term, both deep and shallow. And though it is true that, if wishes were horses, we’d all be hip deep in horseshit, that wish is nevertheless entirely sincere.
*Do you hear that high, plaintive, irritating sound, Mr. Anderson? That is the sound of the world’s tiniest Stradivarius playing a doleful tune.
**This is in scare quotes because the video portion of these songs is just a fixed shot of the Iterations of Zero symbol. It’s simply a fact that YouTube is one of the best, most available means by which one can spread an audio file and make it available, in principle, to the largest possible audience, but to use it, you need some kind of “video”. There is no comparable “YouWoofer” or other stereo-speaker-titled venue for purely audio tracks for people to share, though podcasts are certainly all the rage. Likewise, Facebook lets one upload videos as one wishes (true to its name, I must admit), but if there’s a way to upload purely audio files to the platform, I’ve yet to discover it. Ditto for Twitter.
***Cue the “back-alley” doctor scene from Tim Burton’s Batman, in which the nascent Joker first sees his new face.
****And you will, too. Believe me. Everyone agrees with me. No one’s ever done a book like this before. It’s huge (it really is).
‡Or brandybuck or even gamgee. Ha ha.
†I know, I know—I? Wrong? I!? Don’t be absurd!