How many years has it been?
Revisiting and rereading them (Bits For Flames) for the umpteenth time I see and edit them in ways I could not before. I still have so much to learn.
I do believe my resolution for the new year will be to rewrite every single one of them that I felt fit enough to publish back then with the knowledge and practice I have now.
Rereading them now, these pearls and machinations that I knew were not perfect, but deft enough to force upon other ears, they dance like puppet shows. Telling too much and not showing enough. Stilted. Awkward. Wooden. Produced with what was the greatest understanding of the sweet science of writing and the cold magic of emotive sorcery that now reads like remedial math.
I used to set my goals to things I thought much higher. Quitting smoking! Learning and training to dunk a basketball! Mastering the art of throwing knives and being able to defend myself and hold accountable all who dared to cross me with martial perfection.
In the background I plugged away at how a conversation is made. How to engage someone actively. I worked on my translator software and my lens and tape. I listened to playback and learned how to speak with greater efficiency and economy of words. The war was not multi-tasked. Multitasking is a myth, we all know this.
After 10,000 hours I convinced myself I arrived at the best I can do. The best I have done is a lie. I can do better. And I will.
The emperor will wear new clothes before I turn that engine. First things are first and we have been waiting quite some time for the new design. What we have is a goal. What we will do is place the pen to paper once more and see what shakes out of our new branches that have borne fruit uncut just yet.
The blender awaits. The knife is ready. The cutting board is clean. There are no attachments. It is time to explore the old body and build a new one. When you can get everyone at the same table at the same time you can rearrange the workshop and factory floor plan. New weapons, new tools, new methods.
"...in the foxhole / where I hide..."
/// Hershey Kisses Bells
Revisiting and rereading them (Bits For Flames) for the umpteenth time I see and edit them in ways I could not before. I still have so much to learn.
I do believe my resolution for the new year will be to rewrite every single one of them that I felt fit enough to publish back then with the knowledge and practice I have now.
Rereading them now, these pearls and machinations that I knew were not perfect, but deft enough to force upon other ears, they dance like puppet shows. Telling too much and not showing enough. Stilted. Awkward. Wooden. Produced with what was the greatest understanding of the sweet science of writing and the cold magic of emotive sorcery that now reads like remedial math.
I used to set my goals to things I thought much higher. Quitting smoking! Learning and training to dunk a basketball! Mastering the art of throwing knives and being able to defend myself and hold accountable all who dared to cross me with martial perfection.
In the background I plugged away at how a conversation is made. How to engage someone actively. I worked on my translator software and my lens and tape. I listened to playback and learned how to speak with greater efficiency and economy of words. The war was not multi-tasked. Multitasking is a myth, we all know this.
After 10,000 hours I convinced myself I arrived at the best I can do. The best I have done is a lie. I can do better. And I will.
The emperor will wear new clothes before I turn that engine. First things are first and we have been waiting quite some time for the new design. What we have is a goal. What we will do is place the pen to paper once more and see what shakes out of our new branches that have borne fruit uncut just yet.
The blender awaits. The knife is ready. The cutting board is clean. There are no attachments. It is time to explore the old body and build a new one. When you can get everyone at the same table at the same time you can rearrange the workshop and factory floor plan. New weapons, new tools, new methods.
"...in the foxhole / where I hide..."
/// Hershey Kisses Bells
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