How to write when happy?
The surf has been consistently good, the wind lightly offshore.
I'm losing weight and gaining muscle mass. At the rate I'm going I'll be in the best shape I've been in 4 years by November. I'm dark brown from head to toe, except for the parts that are typically covered by baggies.
Not one, but two local bars are starting up open mic nights and with any luck a band or three will congeal out of that over time. I'm playing at Coquitos tonight with Aaron.
The youth hostel I help run now and then, La Casa Feliz
, has been packed with interesting visitors from all over the world for months now. (Last year, the year they started, they weren't). I have met more people in the past year than in my entire life prior, and gained insight into many viewpoints. I've been sharing my office with writers from 5ones.com
, Shaun chills out here a lot - and Cameron just did a wonderful writeup of his trip to Nicaragua
. Kelly Ann Thomas of Picasso Dreams
writes of Nicaraguan politics
and white woman's guilt
A couple days back I met a bunch of folk visiting a friend in the peace corps, one of them writes a darn good blog about everything from the rights of primates to robots
... Tom Trumpinski
now has his first book, The Hellbound Train
, available for sale from lulu, Brian Clapper has resumed writing
about everything from python
- and Cubic Dog
's been posting about environmental issues and has up a nice rant about responsibility
continues writing profoundly on everything from Lyndon LaRouche
(on his birthday, no less) to the memery
, to opening the cellular infrastructure
and me... I sit here with 30,000 words stacked up and don't care
... I've been through dry periods before, but this one is different...
I'm happier and calmer than I've been for a really long time, and although I have frustrations - like deciding to never own anything that can be easily stolen again - I'm happy
... and... although I'm surrounded now by writers... I don't have any driving urge to write!???
I have several big articles on important subjects (stuff that angers me) stalled out, I don't have the drive to finish
any of that. I poke a paragraph here, a sentence there, and quit. I've spent a little time organizing things so people can go through my old threads on space
, the 2008 election
, and my assaults on the framing issues the mainstream media has
, but that's it.
I find English slipping away more and more often as I attempt to operate in Spanish. I keep thinking that I could exit the internet with nary a backward glance, and use up the time for something else.
Wordlessly, I have an urge to paint - and instead of words, music fills my head. Music has always filled up my head, I have no idea how it gets stored, but I always used to ignore it, now it is louder than it has ever been....
I keep thinking - is that bad? It's not like I make a living from writing. Why should I subject myself to the pain of exposing truth
or bias in the media
, when there's a living, breathing world all around, with fun things to do, friends to hang with, and good things to eat and music to be made? - And everybody else, actively writing, doing such a great job?
Perhaps, today, I'll finish something. In my grabbag, fed by the prolefeed
, are subjects like stagflation
, the pending decline of Australia's economy
, the saga of Terry Childs
, and some stuff on corporate governance that all tie together... somehow.
Perhaps I can just serve as an amplifier
for a while.
Labels: civilization, happiness, nicaragua, writing