Clocking in, 8:35a, on 128’s side. Five minutes late, but I’ll let it go this time. Wasn’t going to bring laptop, after posting over, well over 1000 words to blog last night, and not getting one “Like.” It’s my fault, completely. Shouldn’t be throwing that much “product” away, into a blog. That should have gone into a book. In fact, after this check-in session, I’m going straight to my latest book effort. Going to blend in a little of BOOK1, here on desk top.
Lots of bikers out today, cycling up hill, eventually to drop into Alexander Valley’s heart. Can’t let mySelf stop talking–I mean writing. This mocha, really working. Morcheeba playing through phone. Spent close to two minutes getting music cued through that evil little tech piece. So, would have clocked in earlier.
New schedule at AV Winery, having Thursdays & Fridays off. Much better having two days of rest, WRITING, adhered. An even more sizable cyclist squadron passes. Today should be hot, giving the leaves, vines, eventual 2012 fruit more rudder.
8:41am. Just opened BOOK1. See some passages that I could use for this latest book effort. With my “branding,” coupled with the reality of Self-publishing [in other words, me paying for everything from paper to binding to all else…] keeping all my releases under 100 pages. But over 50. And, I want every release to contain between 40-50k words of content. That’s what I’m thinking, right now. And I know I keep saying ‘I need to get serious about releasing writing beyond these blogs’. But this is different. I want to rebel against the expectation that I’m going to “blog” something. [And I didn’t know “blog” was a commonly accepted verb… Just my point: what social media, the immediacy of the internet, wine’s greedy INDUSTRY, and bloggers (those without conviction, confidence to Self-publish actual pages) have done to language.] I want to be seen as one always releasing publications, all Self-funded, sold. Meaning, all consumer direct. Like painters, other Artists. Like Kelly.
Beyond what I told mySelf I’d do, in terms of word count. No matter. Well, actually it does, as this is all being “posted” to my “blog.” It’s fine, I keep telling Self. I want to share these moments, with those willing to read them; with those who actually READ. More cyclists. Never seen this many on a weekend morning before. This has to be suggesting… What? That I need to be outside; That I need to be mobile; That I need to escape; That my writing needs to escape [DEFINITELY]; That I need to be truer to Self, as Kaz suggested; That I need to… WHAT?
My music stopped. Ugh, now I need to remedy the stall, which will eat into my typing time. Why I can’t just enjoy the quiet, this new office spot of mine, here on 128’s side, I don’t know. Maybe these cyclists are telling me I need to drive around, look for another spot. Okay, now the quiet’s getting to me…