and then...stop

with momentum constant there is a power in stop. Control in silence. He coughs, stop. He sleeps, wake. soda-sodapop. 

I have spent all week on outlines and mindmaps. Dialogue sequences, review; I had a phone conference today with a fellow Cope Syndrome enthusiast, I listened to her correctness on art theory. I am lucky to have such brilliant friends. They know a lot of things and I need people like them.

-Enter away from sound-wording and into thought-wording-:

Be sure, as a creative professional, to surround yourself with people who respect your vision and who are thinkers. They will help you define your work in the larger context. You should also try to do that as much as you can, but many artists, myself included, would say that thinking too much about the larger context can put you out of your work or corrupt it. 

You may cringe when I say this: the literary critic is the writer's best friend. Get a few on your side. When it comes to the work: what is history to a theorist is a series of artistic decisions for me. What is cerebral for a psychologist is still artistic decisions on my part. I can study the art and technique to death, as I should, but I will get nothing out of applying socio-political lenses to my own artistic work. It's not my job.

This is an important point. As much as I will harp on about independence, interdependence is the most important thing. Specialization takes independence, but it is nothing without other specialists. My focus on the cinematic aspects of fiction is a luxury which has afforded me drastic artistic progress, the kind of artistic progress that I don't expect to go unnoticed when Cope Syndrome is available for the general public. But I refuse to take for granted the professionals around me; even those who work for my web server, for instance. 

If you want to be yourself, if you want your work to be an imprint of yourself, surround yourself with people who actively carry the same practice. I'm not talking about the corner-smoking-pierced-baristas-of Generation Apathy who beats their gums to intellect. That is all grand, but I am talking mostly of creative people with a professional attitude. I don't care if they're an accountant or what. 

A fellow of mine tells me that Alan Cope is humanity. I don't pretend to have an articulate understanding of that, and so I am awarded intuition. But I can give you every technical, artistic decision that makes Alan Cope that what is Alan Cope. 

Breathed again STOP Haven't done anything wrong STOP If you're like most of my readers go interact with your journal STOP

Everything we buy has writing and art on it. So does everything what convinces us to buy. So iss everything. Don't tell me that creative career is an oxymoron. If you doubt it, go into advertising.

and then...tides

I have a reading dry spell. I get overwhelmed, there's too much to read, and I'm not going to find what I'm really looking for because what I'm really looking for is what I'm writing. 

But fifty percent of writing is reading yadayada. I know I need to get back in the game etc.

So, moons. My beta muse is moon complete, he wakes the night in the night. He shrieks flood, the flood is coming, and I learn it's meaning. Tides under moons.

I can tell you about the writing process, sure. But I can't tell you about the creative process. No matter how many years I spend trying to fight the mysticism, it will always win. 

I don't shy from techinicalities, though. I don't gloss over. I suppose that, in the future, when I am asked how I write, I will give the technicalities as far as I am able. I am unafraid to expose bones, expose bones as many. But how did the bones get there? Don't think to ask. 

Today is Mickey Willard's birthday. My favorite artist, I'm waiting to see her everywhere. And working to see me everywhere. Maybe we'll be everywhere; contrast and sihlouette. Waiting working, what was this? OH YES. TIDES MAKE. A place of our own.

Alan Cope and I are moving soon. There will be a room for me and a room for him, other words made, I'll have space for my own office! I build simple furniture and make fresh food and live in the middle of nowhere. We'll get to a city soon. When money happens lush. Excitement abounds. 

As a side note: thank you Bob Ross, from every person with ASMR. THANK YOU. 

Fun find: Target now carries SMASH products. I had a coniption. I bought a stamp. My journal yearns for me handsome. Mymymy. I'm grateful for this world. I'm grateful for Edward Norton's voice. 

I know, bits and bits. It's hard to update of late.