First Published: 2023 July 26
Wow one month to the day since my last post on writing. I guess I should look at what I thought then, before entering into what I wanted to write about.1
I still use Stimuwrite for my writing, and it remains a really good motivator. It’s somehow good enough that it’s kept me going this whole summer. I am absolutely more efficient with it now, because the numbers going up give me dopamine rushes, which are really nice.
I am still absolutely atrocious at writing poetry.2 I should figure out why that is. I’m sure that it has something to do with my lack of schedule anymore, but that’s just an idea.
I have continued writing letters to friends, which has been great.3 I’ve stopped counting those words in my word goals, which feels healthy.
I also have absolutely not been journaling in the slightest. I don’t really think that’s an issue, though, because I haven’t felt particularly disconnected from myself lately. I think the grounding of writing to friends helps a lot.
Interestingly, every sentence in this musing, other than the first, begins with the letter “I”, and almost all of them are the word. I guess it is a self reflection, so that makes some amount of sense.
Anyways, on to the real content of this musing. I recently got a fountain pen, and have been using it for the analog writing I do. It’s an interesting transition, for a few reasons.
First, it’s a little thicker than the utensils i’ve been using lately. Despite being labeled as ultrafine, it’s still about thirty percent wider than the nibs I’m used to. It’s also a lot heavier than my pencils and pens, which is a welcome change, though one that takes some adjustment. Getting ink to run has been a little more difficult than expected, though I’m hopeful that will change in the future. All in all, I’m very excited to see what comes of my new writing implement.4
I cleaned a fair amount today, though that was mainly because it was necessary to clean space in order to move the things I needed to move. I also washed some objects that had an indeterminate need to be washed, though since I plan on using them soon, it’s likely good that they’re clean now.
I am about to write a chapter, which I began this morning.
My last musing’s Tuesday next has come and past, and I have not made time for exercise. I guess that’s something I need to start slotting back in.
I woke up at six and immediately returned to sleep, which is a choice.
I have been listening to CCCiaY, though not today. Prayer has been slipping again, so I should probably try to pray tonight before bed.
Today’s chapter came up on time, and I need to write Friday’s now. I did write the first few hundred words of it for today’s chapter, before realizing it was best served as a cliffhanger.
Once more, today will be a day without poetry.
I wrote and gave a letter today. The friend appreciated it, and I heard that another letter was delivered, and yet another was appreciated as well. I also addressed around five new ones since my last posting, which means the pile is in no risk of emptying.5
554/121
fountain pen↩︎
I mean atrocious to modify the action of creating, which I do not do, not the quality of the product (which is also low I feel like)↩︎
I feel like it might have been smart to record who all I sent letters to, though that obviously didn’t happen↩︎
Maybe I’ll even be inspired to write more.↩︎
at some point I’m going to worry that I’ve thought I sent a letter but didn’t or that someone will see that I’ve sent everyone around them a letter but not them and they’ll think I don’t value them. That is absolutely a problem for J(I don’t know if my first name is explicitly associated with this blog yet) when that occurs.↩︎