In case anyone was worried, I apologize for not writing my blog post yesterday. I was “home” sick with an upper respiratory infection, and had neither the energy nor the inclination to try to write a post. I’m obviously not completely recovered today, but I am going in to the office—it’s payroll day, after all—and I feel a bit better than I did on Monday afternoon and yesterday, at least physically. My mind feels quite foggy, but that’s not that unusual.
Of course, I’m not going to write either my follow-up neurology post nor the post about sugar and its discontents (so to speak) yet. My mental acuity is not up to those at the moment, nor am I completely prepared for the former article, so I won’t be getting to them quite yet. For those who might be waiting, again, I apologize.
There’s not much happening that’s particularly interesting. I have been rereading the latter part of The Chasm and the Collision over the past few days, and I’m pleased to note that I still enjoy the story. Parts of it even bring me near tears, which is a curious experience for the author, but then again, I guess it is more personal to me than it might be to others. I’ve found a few typos—less than a handful, I would say—that were missed before, and if this were a world in which I had time and will and executive function (as they call it), I’d fix them and try to go and adjust the text for future purchasers, but I’m not up to that.
Anyway, it’s nice to know that at least I like the book, still, but I think there would be a lot of people out there who would like it, if it could be brought to their attention. Unfortunately, I’m not good at self-promotion in any serious way. This blog is as close to promotion as I get, and you all see how upbeat and enthusiastic I am with it.
Speaking of typos—I was, you can check for yourself—I’ve been making an awful lot of them while typing this. I guess it’s part of being sick, or sicker than usual, or sick in more ways than usual. I also, after waking up many times through the night, actually didn’t hear my alarm clock until the second repeat, ten minutes after it first goes off, because apparently I was sleeping on my left side, and I’m very hard of hearing in my right ear. Probably at least a bit of it is also because I’m sick. I wish I could say I felt more rested, but who feels better rested when sick? Maybe afterwards, but not while it’s going on.
I’m wearing a mask on the train today, since I am sick, whereas lately I’ve been occasionally going without it, since often I’d literally be the only masked person in sight. Perhaps going without a mask is why I’ve gotten sick. It would make a certain amount of sense.
I think I may try to reread some of my other stories. Somebody ought to read them, since they’re out there, and it’s not their fault their author isn’t good at promotion. There are whole communities of people on Twitter and the like who promote independent writers and publishers, and I’ve tried to be an active member of such things in the past, but I’m afraid I have a hard time not getting stressed out by the whole process. I guess this is why authors get agents and work through publishing houses, but frankly, the notion of dealing even with those situations—getting an agency or a publisher or any of that—is too daunting. I barely have the will to get up and out of “bed”, frankly, but staying there would be more unpleasant than getting up, so…
Anyway, all that isn’t very interesting. I guess the only other moderately interesting thing I have to note is that, Monday evening, as I was on my way back to the house, and already feeling the effects of this URI, I was “inspired” to write lyrics to the chorus and after that the first verse, and then a slightly altered second chorus, to a new song. I even had a little melody in my head to go with it at the time, though I don’t recall that now. I recorded the initial chorus, sort of, on my voice recorder, though I’m not sure I really caught the tune I had in my head for it, and then I wrote that chorus and the rest in the note-taking app. I suppose I should email them to myself, lest my phone die and they be lost (though that wouldn’t exactly be a tragedy). It was a slightly upbeat sounding melody, which was mildly ironic given that the words were rather negative—a cautionary note against complacency and overconfidence.
Is it any surprise that new song lyrics I would write would be so?
Anyway, that’s all that’s going on right now. For me, I mean. I don’t know if I’ll go any further with the song idea, but one thing I will do is try to avoid getting too wordy with it, since I tend to do that and end up making songs that are quite long. I’ll add at most one or two other verses* and maybe a vocal bridge section if the mood for that strikes me. We’ll see. Odds are nothing is ever going to come of it, which is fine, because it’s not as though anyone makes a habit of listening to my music, anyway.
Okay, that’s enough of that nonsense. I hope you all had a decent Tuesday, and have a good last day of November today. Tomorrow begins what by name should be the tenth month, but which is actually the twelfth month—December, in case you didn’t know. Yippee.
*To be clear, the verses and chorus such as I have are remarkably unwordy for me, so two to three verses, a chorus (with minor changes in its second repeat) and maybe a little bridge would not be too much.