Final Proofs
It’s the 25th of September, and today I turn 31! A quiet birthday considering last year my dad was in the ICU, but nevertheless, quiet is something i’m growing quite fond of.
Do you think that an appreciation of quiet is something that is inherent with growing older? A sign of maturing, perhaps even a response to increasingly overwhelming lives in the 21st century? I’ve always loved sound, to be always engaged but now I can’t get enough of the quiet. I look forward to sitting in silence with a cup of peppermint tea as the world goes on around me. I think deep down the truth is a bit more complex, and that i’m yearning for a reprieve from overloading my mind. Currently i’ve got several projects in the works that i’m needing to deal with:
A book launch in the next few days for The Behemoth. My first novel that I have decided to self-publish after several attempts to go the traditional route. I started this back in 2010, 2012, 2014, 2016, and then finally committed to completing the 1st draft of in 2021.
A second book of dark fantasy origin that has now hit 11,000 words of its second draft. Another project that started more than five years ago.
A third book of psychological and psychedelic origins that whilst currently marinating, still occupies a level of consciousness.
A horror movie script that has sat finished in written form, yet stagnates in its own viscera in the mess of my hard drive.
Of course, the usual added stress of single parenting, a slow-burn university degree, and a new job certainly has mixed with everything else going on to create a state of perpetual fatigue. There’s something unique about occupying the greater percentage of brain capacity. It’s a blessing and a curse, perhaps time should be allocated to organising and prioritising! Can I ask what you do to organise your life? How do you deal with stress?
It’s the 25th of September, and even any 31 i’m still over-analysing everything.
Until next time,
Sean
