The Road

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Most of my life I have either been packing or trying to unpack. By the age of fifteen I’d moved on average every one and a half years. My adult life has been pretty much the same. We’re in our third year living in the same community and well its time to move again. My wife wants to get a PhD and I want a city. Not a major city, and not really a city actually. What I really want are the benefits of city life while still having trees and wide open space.

Our search has been pretty easy so far, many college towns, that offer PhD programs interesting to my wife, offer the cultural benefits I miss from city life. It’s too soon to really tell where we’ll wind up, I’m trusting the universe as my friend Dorthea says.

Before we can move I feel like we need to get our finances in order. The last few years have been a roller coaster for, but we’ve been able to survive. I want to get back to a point of more that survival.  I stumbled upon an interesting blog that specifically talks about debt and how to get rid of it. I’m not sure about everything on the site, but I really like this article.

24 Quick Actions You Can Do Today That Can Change Your Financial Life Forever

Since I know we’re moving in a year Action 2 makes a lot of sense to me right now. It makes even more sense since my workspace has become the catch-all room for boxes. Lots and lots of boxes, some we’ve been meaning to unpack for almost ten years.

I spent a little over an hour cleaning and unpacking stuff today, and my office still looks like hell, but I can see there is hope for it. I think I’ll have a real workspace later this week. which is great since the back of my couch really does make a terrible lap top desk.

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A Dialogue

Posted: March 12, 2011 in Ether Mine(ideas and starts)
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I’m not really sure where this is going, or if it’s going anywhere at all for that matter. Just something I pulled out of the either.

“You know he’s quite mad.”

“His money’s sane enough.”

“Old money is never sane, but you can still spend it.”

“I should get that stitched on a pillow or something.”

“You don’t seem like a professor Mr. Emerson.”

“It’s doctor, and I hear that a lot, but I assure you I have the ink stained callouses to prove it. Along with the appropriate degrees; of course”

“Of course.”

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The the best of my knowledge there are two types of writers craftsmen and the transcriptionists. I’m not trying to minimise writers at all with that statement, rather trying to simplify or distill writers down to their essence.

Some writers meticulously craft their stories doing character studies and backgrounds, crafting every plot point, and designing their world to the smallest details. I’m not entirely sure how they do this, I’m not a craftsman, I’m a transcriptionist, so the craftsman eludes me.

I wait for an idea, bouncing around in the ether, to get caught in my head. I think there are lots of ideas zooming around in the collective unconscious just waiting to get snared by the right mind.  If you’re not a creative I know that statement seems a little weird, but to a certain extent that’s how it works. You’re going on about your daily routine and an image, or a song, or maybe even a character stumbles its way into your brain. If you listen those fragments will turn themselves into stories. If you don’t listen they simply float away looking for another outlet.

If you’re a transcriptionist you don’t just listen to the stories, you transcribe them. You take them from your mental realms and place them delicately on paper, or at least digitize them for prosperity. As a writer I’d like to think that I create, we’d all like to think that, but the truth is I don’t, we don’t we simply listen for the ideas and the transcribe.