Sometimes, describing what you are is hard work. When you’re stressed and under pressure, then asked to do the same thing? Even worse. Add pain to all that and really, not happening. The audio today will tell you how this all went down, and it wasn’t good. Don’t tell my daughter I threw up after watching her have two teeth extracted, she however was a total heroine.
Stress is tough to manage, and when someone says they’re in pain, you should believe them.
It was a good weekend. A lot of work got done, and many more things were organized. There was also a fair amount of navel-gazing and soul-searching, plus a pretty decent walk (for the first time in a while) that needs to happen more in the future. The Instaverse today came from a discussion last night surrounding individual responsibility, and as the audio points out, some things can never be escaped, whether you like it or not.
I did not feel in a recording mood today, for mental health reasons, and so I’ll present today just the poem, and when I am back to recording (which is now scheduled in Patreon for tomorrow) the audio will magically appear. Until then, here’s the reason why I didn’t record audio this morning, and there needed to be a day off.
As promised, there are some new graphics and I’ll make a batch of new ones for the next few days so as we do this thing, there is at least some change in the wallpaper. This poem was prompted by the following tweet yesterday:
It’s a good thing I’m only competent in two spheres or this could have been an epic poem…
It’s not the weekend yet, despite my brain’s best efforts to make it happen through sheer force of will. After neatly a decade, I also sorted out the ability to post shortened links for the audio when posting on Twitter, which might not seem lime much to you but is a major triumph for me. It’s the tiny steps forward that often make the biggest difference. Anyway, less chat, here’s your audio and poetry:
Okay, change in organizational plan this morning, and I’ll sort out some better graphics starting next week. For now, we’ll use the same one, and then I can come back and swap new ones in… already have an idea, which is lovely. I worry the days when there isn’t a new idea, that’s always the sign it’s time to take a break. Right, here’s how this now works:
I write the poem, then I record the verse, and then both are uploaded. I then do the Tweet, with a link to the audio, and reproduce the audio here:
I added some extra context onto the poem today. That will probably take place more going forward.
I’m behind on archiving the Short Stories right now, but by the end of February, they’ll all be there for you to read. This year, we’re doing something a little different and, if its successful, it’ll be the norm going forward. You see, in 2021, 12 stories come together to form a thematically-connected narrative…
January’s Story sets the scene (and I won’t give it away for you if you’ve not read it, there’ll be a dedicated page for this whole thing appearing over the weekend) and now, we’ll be using Twitter’s Poll facility to gather some important information to help me write April’s story. In March, we’ll return to the protagonist from January’s tale… who’ll we be following with some interest throughout the rest of 2021…
What these either/or answers will do is effectively dictate the action at crucial points in the narrative. I did a two pronged Choose Your Own Adventure using the Polls last year that worked very well: the links to that are Here for Version One and Here for Version Two but, as I discovered, this was a tough ask to manage and plan. Instead, this time around we’re using Polls in a slightly more flexible fashion.
I’ve found that thematically linking stuff together is making for a far easier time of things everywhere, and this allows me more time to experiment with other forms of writing and creation. I hope you’ll enjoy the journey we’ll be going on this year and who knows, there might be more than just words as an accompaniment this time… perhaps other forms may emerge as entertainment in the world of UltraReality…