Early to bed.
I'm going to get back to recording the audiobook for Children of Doro, starting pre-dawn tomorrow.
I lost a lot of love for SF last year, and the state of the industry still leaves me feeling pretty ridiculous for ever caring as much as I once did about any of those life goals.
But the whole world's filled with shattered paradigms and lost hope and meaning, so...
We're going to try to rekindle joy in the work that once meant so much... one chapter at a time. 🤞
Night, beauties.
@MLClark be well, I hope you enjoy :)
@MLClark
I so much hear what you, so eloquently, are saying .. losing love for a field, feeling "ridiculous" for ever believe, and oh, how true, "the whole world's full with shattered paradigms...". So many industries are falling into an abyss of malfunction, greed, imposture, mob and cynicism.
I so much hear you as you are going to the inner source, as it is, indeed, if not the only fountain left, it is for sure the richest one to 'rekindle joy'.
May the new chapter be luminous. ☀️
Thank you for these incredibly generous words, @artemis. I felt very "seen" in your empathetic description of this strange moment, and I really appreciated you taking the time to reach out and connect.
Many thanks to you for this kindness.
I hope my own little note finds you in the middle of a truly nurturing and restorative phase yourself. All best wishes, wherever life currently finds you!
@MLClark Oh, you are too kind and generous. I did nothing other than resonate. And, I know a bit about the ...fountain and what it means to have to go there. We may have different paths, but do know that you are not alone. 😍
@MLClark salutes in similar mode. I'm still mourning the loss of a lot of hope for a dream of being a successful writer. Hah. At this point I'm not even in the mood to try anymore, other than write what I want to write and throw it out there into the world.
No more competitions. No more submissions. I've been striving for this for years, and...not much to show for it. My mother died a few weeks short of her 70th birthday, and I'm 66. I feel the clock ticking. It's too late for me.
🫂 I know many people who feel the clock ticking and despair, but not all are as skilled as you at putting to words the shape of this grief and disappointment.
It is a meaningful thing, this mourning you're doing.
None of us know what will come out of your grief-work, but it's an important part of your own, great "I AM".
We don't control who "makes it" in this world.
But I'm thankful every time you affirm that you were *there*, and you *tried*.
It matters that you did. 🫂
@MLClark thank you. It's a process for sure.
Meanwhile, a little Morab gelding thinks I'm a wonderful human being and would happily lick me to pieces. And an old mare sees me as her safe place and protector.
That might be my highest accomplishment--along with earning a buckle with the old mare in ranch horse division, when she was younger.
@MLClark cheers!