I’ve had a severe lack of motivation all week, hence the non-title card for this post.
I was going to write a piece about how the sense of failure in one aspect of life can trickle down and impact other parts of your life. But that seems crass in the wake of Chris Cornell’s death.
The short version is that I ran an obstacle race last Saturday, did not perform well (though I “finished”), and have felt lazy and uninspired most of this week.
Translation: I only wrote about 2,500 words this week on WoEM.
I am now at that critical juncture of my story where all of the little details and nuggets I’ve buried within my protagonists, Aston and Jaed, must now be uncovered and demonstrated as signs of growth in their individual arcs.
This is hard as shit to achieve.
And it made me question everything I was doing as a writer. Fortunately, I have Present Wife to hash out my concerns with and put me back on track. She’s the best, and she hasn’t even read the thing yet. (She’s one of my beta readers!)
Writing Goal for 5/26: 142,000 total
On More Important Matters
I could ramble for 1,000 words about Chris Cornell… about the vivid imagery his lyrics produced in my head, about how I saw Soundgarden live in 2012 in one of the most electric festival atmospheres I’ve ever been, and about how I was so young when I first heard his wailing voice that I cannot recall the inciting moment. Chris Cornell’s voice and masterful songwriting has simply always existed to me. I’m sure a lot of people feel that way.
But instead of rambling, I will leave you with this beautiful obituary: https://theringer.com/chris-cornell-obituary-soundgarden-audioslave-8f212d9c00ea
and a reminder that if you ever feel alone in this world, just remember how connected a generational musician like Cornell can make us all feel.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255