Meandering…

It is funny how I am constantly doing nothing but at the same time it seems like there isn’t any space to add to my day for the things that I need to do. I am in an odd cycle of trying to get my body back into some kind of semblance of working order, scratching at a day job which takes up a lot of my brain, and then trying to grab the tidbits of writing that are floating up into the stratosphere of my thoughts.

I have a great desire to write. And I’m angry that I don’t have access to that subspace that I’m very comfortable in but I think it’s a matter of exercising that muscle again. Because in a lot of ways it is a muscle.

Oddly enough, I’ve also been fighting with my dictation software because for some reason it keeps uninstalling itself. There is obviously a glitch and the tech desk has opened up the ticket because we haven’t been able to replicate it once it’s installed again. So now it’s pretty much on a watchlist stand if it misbehaves again there will be a coding spank.

The hardest thing that I’m having to do is to remember how to dictate. They really can’t be any modulation in your voice which you would think would be easy for me because you know… Autistic… But after so many decades of masking and forcing social interaction through my voice, I find myself modulating even when I don’t need to. The weird thing is that my modulation isn’t really that good. I used to think I had an expressive voice but I have discovered after speaking to people that know, there is still a monotone aspects to it and I guess that’s just something I can’t break away from. But apparently for Dragon Speak it is enough of a modulation for it to tell me to fuck off and it will do what it likes with my words.

I do like dictating because it allows me to pretty much stare off into the distance and shuffled through the words that come up to describe the images that I have sculpted out of the brain vomit. Writing is an odd thing. I also find it amusing that I dictate my writing rather my stories which goes into a Word document, gets chewed through editing cycles, gets formatted into e-book and print making it a tangible object of sorts; a digital imprint as well as a paperback book. And when that is all done, someone else takes those words and turns them into an audiobook. A full circle if you will. Because we start with sound and then we end with sound.

If I’m lucky enough to get stuff in audiobooks.

The creative structure and the process of what we ll go through is always fascinating. And of course it varies from person to person and from media to media. There are some creators that I absolutely adore and they don’t update as often as I would like them to. I know that refrain. But when they do it’s all such a delight me and that’s real is so short. You just want to savor it but you can’t. It’s that little tidbit of chocolate that melts away as soon as it touches your tongue.

One of these creators is Pocketss. (https://pocketss.tumblr.com/)

It is going to say I don’t know why this web comic hits every single one of my buttons but it does. I can explain it. But I absolutely adore their ongoing series and the characters and even the art style which this isn’t normally an art style that I prefer but for me with this content the quirkiness of it and the storylines, it just becomes this wonderful thing that brings me joy happiness.

So, if you like a little bit of strangeness but at the same time, something filled with great heart and little delights here and there, I recommend it

Oh credit for the part that I’m including goes to Pocketss and I’m just including it so you could get a sample of a little bit of the craziness but yet the art style for some reason just rocks.

Today’s Post is brought to you by the letter P…

I am just going to do a share what’s in my brain post which I guess could be counted as a sort of newsletter that people send out so if you are subscribed to my blog you will get an email informing you of the random things I have in my head as well as my frustration with my cat as they cause chaos of my life.

What I also want to do is kind of share some of the things that I have run across the Internet and what I find fascinating this week.

As many of you know I kind of elm always on a continuous treasure hunt for stupid trivia I will have no use for it in my life but pirates — historical not modern-day — always been a fascinating subject for me. I think it’s interesting that you cannot really separate the mythos from reality where pirates are consumed but it is always fascinating to see how their societal strata operated both in the New World and Asia.

https://listverse.com/2024/04/26/ten-unexpected-truths-about-how-pirates-really-lived

Now that I have gotten the cat out of my coffee… I can talk about my love for the storytelling in this video game called Lies of P. I don’t necessarily want to play the videogame because often times they frustrate me and rely a lot on combat which I could learn but let’s face it, not only am I lazy but if I’m to spend that much time playing the game I would rather write that said I do like to sometimes watch someone do a game walk-through and Lies of P is actually based on the original telling of Pinocchio. I love the game developers take on this and the graphics are incredible as well as the multilayered story that they’ve built into this game. It actually reminds me of a very well-crafted White Wolf storytelling adventure run by a very good DM. There are several different streams of walk-through and I find myself comparing different gamers’ personalities as they comment on their experiences as they play the game. I actually found somebody I really enjoyed listening to as she played not only because she’s enjoying herself but also she stops and reads everything which is very critical to somebody who has no intention of playing the game but wants to know what’s going on.

I actually recommend at least going to look at it because it is fascinating storytelling.

I think those are the only two things that I’m going to really get into on this post because I do have a few other things but I want to talk more about them. Let me know in the comments what oddities you enjoy doing that other people look at you and say what the hell are you thinking? To be fair I get that a lot.

Rainy Days and Mondays…

It is actually kind of strange to be on the verge of a new release after the last couple years… Crap. One of the things that someone struggles with following rapid succession of surgeries is how much it steals the way your brain. And since this roller coaster of the journey isn’t done yet, it’s going to be continuous fights but hopefully when I can succeed at.

It always amuses me to hear people talk about how much they enjoy writing because I don’t really enjoy it per se. It’s not like sitting down with a cup of coffee and listening to the rain. But there is a lot of satisfaction when the words fall into place at least close to what I imagine the scene is in my mind and getting the chain of events that leads to impactful scenes or even the end of the book is a kind of joy in a way.

When I write I usually start off with either a premise or a situation that comes to mind involving existing characters or the framework of a new character sort of emerges out of the goop in my brain. At the technical term by the way — goop. It always feels like sourdough bread with too much liquid in it because everything is sticky and you can’t get it off your fingers but eventually it does become something and that’s because you’ve added more substance to it. I am not a good baker. Baking is much more of a science than an art and while you can do variations with it you have to really know the limitations and how far you can push that science. Cooking is much more forgiving and in a lot of ways it is actually worse because taste is subjective.

I can say this with confidence because there is a continuous battle between The Five about arugula and whether or not it should be eaten. I happen to be a fan of arugula. Others, not so much. Keep in mind I also like canned peas and mayonnaise so we all have our culinary burdens to bear.

I am mostly hoping that Port in a Storm does well but mostly I hope that everyone who has ever brushed up against the foster care system finds it speaks to them on some level or that they see echoes of their own experiences. In a lot of ways it’s like having survived the horrors of some psychological or even physical war that no one else in the world but there are other participants who bear the same scars on their bodies and minds. In a lot of ways this is two books — on one level written for those who are Tate and Forest and on another those who are Connor. I would love for everyone to have grown up in a Morgan household but I knew from experience that is not the case. I also know it is a struggle sometimes to survive a childhood that seems impossible to live through and I wanted to write something where there is hope and depicts the family love for a child not born to its cradle.

At one point in my life I was told that nobody really wants somebody else’s child and I am going to have to agree with that because the instances are few and far between and you are trapped in the tentacles of the eldritch monster that is the foster care system or child protective services. I have long questioned the intelligence of taking children away from parents who are struggling financially and then giving those kids to people who then receive financial support to house those children. I also wonder where people who fight so hard to take away a woman’s right to choose are after an unwanted child is born and there is no food or shelter or resources to feed it and raise it into a healthy human being. I would want that for any child regardless of its situation. And if someone is able to take in the child and love it… nurture it… and create a person to contribute to life in some way then I am all for that as well.

But then again I’m pretty sure that if you read my books, you already know where I stand socially. Children in their lives should not be a political piece on some gameboard but often times they are because they have no rights and many don’t make it to adulthood intact.

Writing Port in a Storm was both cathartic and a sticky mess. So I guess the best thing that we all can do is to speak kindly to yourself and be gentle with the wounds that you carry. Some days won’t be easy — I know that. Trust me. There are a lot of days when I’m like what the fuck is going on and why am I here?

On those days is when you need that cup of coffee or tea and if it isn’t raining where you are then maybe find some rain sounds to listen to and give yourself a few moments. You deserve that. I promise, you deserve that.