“I hope you do something nice for yourself. Other than reading, writing, or rowing.” “I was thinking of drinking an unhealthy amount of energy drinks. Otherwise, I had thought of doing things in Seattle or elsewhere, but nothing was appealing. ” I had been anticipating my birthday for a few weeks. I wanted to prepare myself to do whatever I wanted when I woke up. Explore the city on a nice summer day? Or do nothing?
If the hardest decisions I have to make in the next few months determine the fate of most of my property, I’m in excellent shape. If that means putting in a CD, listening, and having honest inner monologues about why I like the object and whether those feelings can be condensed into an essay, then that means I’m not fighting for a paycheck, struggling to stay afloat, or otherwise dealing with life’s malignant stress demons.
“I have a question for you.” “…I have an answer for you![1, 2]” From here, we built a world, the details of which should not matter here besides to refresh my memories as being a nice conversation. What is important is starting off with the biggest details: What do you want this world to be like? Is it X meets Y? From there, tell me who inhabits this world. I’ll tell you who inhabits “The Story.”
Spoilers?: None (just wandering world-exploring)
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My legs have five major bruises, I slammed my left hand into a wall, my back hurts, and I still have a few carloads and truckloads to go. From my time doing mildly-heavy labor – if moving furniture, computers, donations, and scrap metal count for anything – I had learned, and am relearning, the value of taking care of myself. I’ve got a few more days of stuff to move, so there’s no need to burn out.
Something woke him as they slept. He looked at the ceiling of their bedroom. Keeping his head still, he looked at her, embracing his left side, her hair still bright even in the darkness. He closed his eyes but his heartbeat felt like it shook the room. She moved.
“Johnny… are you awake?”
His breath was louder than the gentle sounds of distant traffic.
“Sorry I woke you. Say, what do you like about me?”
Spoilers?: Minor (one minor reference)
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I haven’t written about “The Story” lately, so, is the project dropped? Far from it! Just because most of my time is spent sorting through the remainder of my possessions that haven’t been boxed up yet doesn’t mean scenes won’t pop up. When I’m taking a break, I might imagine Trishna and Pollyanna posing for a cute holiday photo, or when I’m eating lunch, I might wonder how John would eat or shave his face…
 Oops! Forgot about publishing this. Well, plenty has changed over the past 13 weeks and 92 publications. I originally made these “Betzom check-ins” primarily to comment on how I’ve evolved as a writer, with a slight convenience being something easy to write about. These past 92 days have seen my biggest launching in success yet, and I’m only poised to go succeed more from here… so much so that I didn’t even need the crutch of this essay.