Friday, January 20, 2017

Mezzosoprano 5318008

They're talking too much. I can't think. I can't even remember how to write Mezzoforte... that's not it either. *That* word. That word that says I'm writing purely to goof, or at least not to develop the story.

It has been the fate of every Joe story of any considerably length (he wrote, pompously)

(We'll talk with Salvador Dali in just a moment.)

to

It's really about the mental exhaustion. But I don't do *shit.* I waste so much energy and that's the exhaustion. I'm a Facebook page on a dot-matrix printer.

to develop a plot. That always used to kill the story, as it loses its spontaneity over time. And that still does happen with our wild chat stories, so close, somehow, to the original format.

New Mezzosoprano is up!

Will I switch to a different YouTube video, or keep with this one?

"'Not based on face.'

'On faith.'

'Not based on faith.'"

Well now I know what Salvador Dali sounds like.

Will this stretch my writing limbs? Perhaps. It's a rare use of these Myxlplyxs, I think. I *think* I've done it before. Mostly I've developed ideas outside the main plot. Plot.

Oh this is too much. Whiny hipster. Next video, please!

Will I always be this tired when I'm self-employed? Will I always be this uninspired?

I think I just need to pull back just a little and I'll be fine.

They're not talking anymore. I love them both dearly, as much as my odd soul can love. Anna's back in her cave, Olga's washing the dishes. Maybe I

Why am I listening to this playlist collecting deliberately stupid videos?

I can do this.

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