Restarting the Blog

What is an inceptivist? I coined the term. The curious may read the blog to find out what it is.

I am restarting the blog, editing the previous posts, changing the format. It took me a while to figure out just what direction I wanted to take it. I am removing many of the previous posts.

A comment about formatting: it seems that every blog I see on here chooses that white on black format, so I think it's overused. Also, it looks really cool, but it's damn hard to read. Even with the text blown up. The first formatting I used seemed different, but I got tired of it quick. It looked dull.

So, I've used the white on blue-- slightly different, but not different enough. I've kicked the text up a notch so people don't have to magnify. I don't know HTML, so further modification is not yet possible.

What I am busy with now:

I have to work at my job every day. Besides that, I'm writing a novel, a collaborative effort with a friend who writes scripts. I am striving to become a professional writer. I've had a long apprenticeship of about 22 years.

I chose not to turn pro right away because my skills were not where they needed to be to avoid starvation. Plus, too many writers remove themselves too far from the burden of "real work" and the people there, who labor in jobs they mostly dislike. This is not deliberate on the part of writers. By necessity writing is solitary. The writer's main relationship is with the page. It can be a very demanding partner.

Also, I knew I did not have it together enough psychologically to avoid self-destruction with writing. I spent decades making no career decisions and drifting from job to job. The need for food and shelter motivated me.

So, I start today with my script-writer/movie director friend, call him Jack, pissed at me for dragging my feet on the novel based on his script. Instead, I write things like this blog. I have been frustrating, I admit. This is a big chance for me now that he has made a Hollywood movie. Meanwhile, I have been working, or not working on it for maybe 8 years. However, he has no risk and the possibility of reward with my writing the book. For myself, it is my best chance to break into the field.

Other things, other issues distract me. Every day, though, I produce a good 5-7 pages of writing, but not on the novel. The world is just a complex place with too many issues. At the rate I am able to write, though, some concentration over 3 months and the draft will be done.

He has blocked email access. I figure talking out our "differences." It will not help. The only thing that will help our friendship is to get this thing done.

TODAY

Today I am feeling a little dazed. I got up congested, always a bad thing. I took a decongestant and an antihistamine, but I think the imodium I took last night has also left me drowsy. It was necessary due to gas that would otherwise wake me up all night. So, I got a good night's sleep, and I'm drowsy anyway.

I go to work at 4. My next day off is Tuesday next week.

No Christmas this year for me because I am dead broke. My bank account is in negative numbers. Worse, the price of everything is going up next year. I've got to get this writing career going. The clock is ticking now.