The biggest thing I got from here is "writing can get you some forms of social interaction but not meatspace friends or money", which means I should write more since TBH I'm good on money and meatspace friends.
I like the ending here. Wisdom comes from a slow and arduous process of living. It might not seem like it is all that great to have lived so circuitously, but actually it feels great to have actual wisdom.
Even though my stories are all way different from yours, I have suffered mightily over my life not going how I thought it should, until the last five years or so. I am 72. It was worth the wait but definitely seemed like was wasting way too much of the limited time I have been given. Now I am just practicing gratitude, maybe like you are!
I'm actually curious which short horror stories those were. Is it a secret? It's fine if you'd rather not say, chances are I already read them at some point.
I loved this (lol); a huge amount is relatable / familiar. My spot was the floor of the bathroom, which I still love, with water running or a fan blowing: white noise, solitude, time dilation. I could restack like 6 bits of this lol!!!
My ideal writing office would be this one place in the mill where they kept the oil absorbing pads. They called it the diaper room. Just this giant grid of pads you could crawl up and into, like a big block of little blocks, almost legos. Then there was this giant exhaust fan from the planer that smelled like wood. Windows right over the river so there was salt spray and amber light. I almost feel asleep from how relaxed I became just writing that now.
The biggest thing I got from here is "writing can get you some forms of social interaction but not meatspace friends or money", which means I should write more since TBH I'm good on money and meatspace friends.
I love this humblebrag, and yes.
I like the ending here. Wisdom comes from a slow and arduous process of living. It might not seem like it is all that great to have lived so circuitously, but actually it feels great to have actual wisdom.
I definitely got mad at it a lot for not being something I thought that it should be so I could never enjoy it for just being what it is.
Couldn’t imagine wanting a different life and I’m so happy I wound up here.
Even though my stories are all way different from yours, I have suffered mightily over my life not going how I thought it should, until the last five years or so. I am 72. It was worth the wait but definitely seemed like was wasting way too much of the limited time I have been given. Now I am just practicing gratitude, maybe like you are!
It took me a bit to get here but now that I have my son I ten thousand percent would want my life to have gone no other way
Juvenilia is always embarassing. Part of the process.
I'm actually curious which short horror stories those were. Is it a secret? It's fine if you'd rather not say, chances are I already read them at some point.
I’ll probably post a couple closer to Halloween. Okay for it to be a secret until then?
Ah, that's cool.
I loved this (lol); a huge amount is relatable / familiar. My spot was the floor of the bathroom, which I still love, with water running or a fan blowing: white noise, solitude, time dilation. I could restack like 6 bits of this lol!!!
My ideal writing office would be this one place in the mill where they kept the oil absorbing pads. They called it the diaper room. Just this giant grid of pads you could crawl up and into, like a big block of little blocks, almost legos. Then there was this giant exhaust fan from the planer that smelled like wood. Windows right over the river so there was salt spray and amber light. I almost feel asleep from how relaxed I became just writing that now.
Loving your writing, Guy. Higher up & further in!