12 Reasons Why

Yesterday, I decided it is time to stop being alone. It can be horribly isolating, this life we all live separately, only pulled together by those things shared and loved collectively. Therefore, it is time to ask questions of those around me, as reminder not only of the point, but how my outlook is interpreted by others. The Internet’s undoubtedly less pleasant in some places, Mike’s right with that, but that isn’t going to be what happens here. Sure, I’ll be putting the ranty pants on from time to time, and asking people why the fuck they did that to begin with, but it will not devolve to fisticuffs.

If you try and start a fight, I refuse to play with you any more.

There is also a vested interest here in so many people that are read and followed. I see others however trying to build brands and sell themselves, with people like me quite obviously making up the numbers. You could well be listening, but without interaction it is impossible to tell and over time it becomes a one-sided conversation. When there’s an effort to communicate, what do you take silence as being? So, from this point onward, it is time to be more selective with who I work with. It is a fair assumption that if someone get the right hump they’ve been unfollowed having made no effort to interact, I made the right call.

This is becoming increasingly important to help me understand how to best communicate virtually going forward.

This, ultimately, is why the blogs are here, and what the writing is about. Forward motion remains earnest creation in an effort to entertain and stimulate people’s own though processes. If that happens, then the individual chooses to leave because they’re not interested in these things? That is the inevitable consequence of my action and is totally acceptable. Having kids taught the vital next step in responsibility, insight I will eternally be grateful for.

Many people have declared me frustrating over the years: every time this happens, there’s a self-imposed shift in presentation, but never in attitude. This stuff is not presented to annoy or frustrate, only to promote thought. If those feelings occur, laying blame at my door is all well and good, but it remains your outlook that is offended. Only by truly embracing our own potential and understanding that to do so means giving part of ourselves away, do we truly become aware of ourselves.

There’s a realisation too this morning that some people will see these comments and assume this was asked as means to draw attention to myself. All I did was ask a question. That’s what will happen more and more as time goes on. How you choose to respond is out of my hands, and this should always be the way that happens. This is no longer about me, but all about you. What is offered here now is a means to start a discussion, to open your own mind to the possibilities.

It is time to make my stand here.

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I promise there will not be too much going on about The New Project this week, but as it all kicks off tomorrow, this seems like the correct moment to explain just how fucking important Arguto is. This is the means by which anything is possible and acceptable as a writer. Sure, there could be an extension of self in any one of the three existing places that are provisioned for writing, but all of them come with a measure of immovable baggage. This place is new, fresh: the most pristine of clean slates. Here can be written the part of me that’s been hidden for decades.

This is where I will finally be free.

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I expect the first steps to be tentative and cautious, but already ideas are germinating that will, in time, become brilliant blooms. Laying down a month of ambient vibes across the other platforms is a means by which brain relaxes into the grooves, and begins to run a better course. The plan, long-term, is to use a number of pre-planned projects as a basis for experience-based writing. This will begin with the ten days in August put aside for the road trip to Rome, ambition finally realised after several decades.

After that, there are plans to use London as a springboard but to also explore the place that is called home. Potentially there’s an infinite supply of source material at my disposal, what is required is the planning and organisation to pull everything together. Crucially, there will be physical evidence of all of this as a paper-based version of the online narrative is produced initially for free, but in time with the possibility of charging people to cover printing fees.

There, I said it.

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I’m grateful to those already preparing to make this journey because it is reassuring to know you are not alone. Rest assured, its already a roaring success without a word being written.

Freedom gives a sense of confidence I’ve never found anywhere else in my life.

Rise Up

So yeah, hi there, I’m back. I never really went away, when all is said and done, but there was some time spent not engaging brain cells. There have also been some quite important and significant changes to how everything is organised around these parts. You won’t see any of it, but the hope is that it will improve the flow of work long-term. You can also expect to see far more pictures than was previously the case, and a return to some old favourites.

Mostly, getting life organised better is the key.

It helps a great deal that the weather’s been brilliant and my chest issues have now virtually vanished. There are still restrictions on my arm, but they will improve as I’m able to exercise more and put the body back to proper use. There’s no point complaining, it just needs effort and application.

Time to get back to work.

Bang, Bang :: Day 3

When this injury stops dictating my entire existence, I’ll be happy. This morning I had adult help to dress, and my hair is up. I’ve not been able to do that since Tuesday. The swelling is down, but lots of places hurt that haven’t, and it is not pleasant pain. The physio told me that the real extent of damage will begin to present once the soft tissue damage recedes. It is time to remain optimistic and continue not to be stupid.

The biggest problem is not the elbow, but wrists and thumbs. I cannot freely rotate my left hand at all, but the movement’s considerably better everywhere else. Despite all this, I’m back on the cycling training programme for the next four days, and even if I cannot exercise the top half of my body, lower portion will continue to get a run-out. Typing is now two fingered and pain-free, and that meant yesterday I was able to pile through a ton of novel related stuff… and maybe, just maybe…

The only way to see if this is possible is to stop blogging and start writing.

Tragedy

It’s odd that this is the last post written today, but totally appropriate considering circumstances. I am all over the shop: not enough sleep, too many other things to sort, but most significantly stuck deep into novel editing. This is very much new territory.

It is fucking GLORIOUS.

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There is significant progress, and I’m really embarrassed at how awful parts of my manuscript are. Not touched (in some places) for over a decade, it is abundantly obvious how much better I’ve become at writing. Yes, I can say that without irony too: learning how to create compelling narratives does not come overnight, people. It really does take effort and hard graft, and I’m stuck into both.

Once I’ve sorted out PT and a massage session to try and solve the stiff back issue, I’ll be right back at it.

Look At Me

I read this last night, just before going to bed, and had a genuine WTF moment, because I honestly don’t remember saying that highlighted text, let alone having the foresight to write it down. However, I clearly did, and to have someone I respect in turn cite it as #wisdom?

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I honestly am not here to try and lecture or preach. Apparently, this is one of my faults as both mum and wife. Others online have also mentioned before this is how I can sound, and so there’s been a concerted effort in the last six weeks to try and make points without looking as if I’ve got a soapbox. This small victory (for that is what it is) is a sign that I might be on the right, positive path. The fact I don’t remember which post it came from might have bothered me in the past, but as I’m now clearing so much content on any given week, there is less concern.

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Due to RL Circumstances, I had to take two rest days last week but still managed my 110 miles. I also got three Gym visits in, which will be the norm going forward (I hope.) I know it will take several weeks to recover from this last seven days, but at least my routine is solid enough now to support the occasional bump in the road. Right now, it’s time to finish my tea, go walk to the Gym for an hour of PT, and then get the last of the week’s scheduled content placed, after which I have a full plan of action to last until Sunday.

If I can keep this going I’ll be beyond grateful, and happily exhausted.

I’ll be There for You

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Yesterday, my Husband sent me a text message, cheerfully informing me that he’d registered a WordPress domain. I will admit, there was a measure of surprise over this. I’ve been suggesting that, for about three years now, he might like to write about his passion for cycling: he creates a very good blog on company time, is my #1 Proof Reader of Awesome, and is the purveyor of good stories (although he does tend to ramble, but it is endearing.)

Then, things got serious.

The first batch of output last night was initially liked and then summarily rejected. A discussion was had over the brief, what this particular logo should really be like, and what it was my husband wanted to achieve from the exercise, and suddenly I was back at my first job, designing stuff for people. I’ve now sent him a selection of ‘new ‘ content, and am awaiting word on whether I’ll have to try again again. Between you and me, I think I like this one the most:

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(If you want to go see what’s going on, the blog is here.)

Normally, doing work for family would be a fraught, uncomfortable affair. This time around that is not the case: I’m even considering offering my writing services to Mr. Alt to talk about cycling from a ‘this is fucking scary’ PoV. Mostly, it is me pushing him to share some of the amazing stories he has gathered (especially when he went to Italy last month) and the frankly amazing work he’s done to restore a bunch of metal frames with wheels.

If you have a passion, I think it is your duty to share it with as many people as possible.