elleidentifying WAY too closely with this piece of string 😄😢
Daniel
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Nurse. Father of a disabled child. Cat dad. Author of "For No One But Me", a work in progress (but never for release). Formerly religious and still mad about it. Sometimes, I run.
A little amateur poetry for a Sunday morning.
Are you like me?
Feeling somehow trapped
By all the good things we have
Are you missing something?
That one final bit
Which ties it all together
It feels wrong
Not being happy
To have so much
But what is life?
What are riches
If not each other?
We could be rich
Or at least
I would be
Cross posted here because why not, I already put it up on Twitter and Bluesky. Enjoy some silly poetry that probably stems from unfulfilled youth, maybe.
It's a slow motion spectacle
This daydream of you
Floating through my head
A slowly sinking sigh
Wafts from within me
And you are there
Your wild color whispering
What I already know well
You are magnificent
And once again
I am struck by
How much I can smile
Dad and I are speaking now. My criteria for being willing to work things out was that I wanted them to call. That's all I wanted, honestly. I wanted to be worth a phone call. And I knew when I stopped speaking to them, it would probably be like this, someday. Things will get better, but it'll take time.
I wish that I had time like this. Time to rest. Time to do what I want. Time to write and enjoy life. I'm so tired of being tired.
I hadn't spoken to either of my parents in three solid years. Dad tried to text a few times, which I ignored. Mom was already gone to me, and I grieved that loss, such as it was, years ago. I don't believe that you shouldn't speak ill of the dead, not if they deserve it, but I don't feel it necessary to air out the dirty laundry for the sake of it. It's over. It's possible to love someone and also be mad at them. I'm going to stay mad over what happened there years ago. I just am.
Well, it's been a bit. Again. I've been on vacation. Also, my mom died.
Thus, I've been doing some writing of a different sort: her obituary. It's a far cry from a romance novel, isn't it? I also wrote a script for a video I intend to film when I'm back home. Probably. That YouTube channel of mine that perpetually almost is.
The script took me all of about 45 minutes, and honestly, it felt good. I wish that I could make time like that to work on #TheBookForNoOne.
Jared White (ResistanceNet ✊)Holy shit.
"…they proposed that our background performers should be able to be scanned, get one day’s pay, and their companies should own that scan, their image, their likeness and should be able to use it for the rest of eternity on any project they want, with no consent and no compensation."
WTAF 😳 https://www.theverge.com/2023/7/13/23794224/sag-aftra-actors-strike-ai-image-rights
Really makes me wonder what I could do if I had time to devote to writing on a full-time basis. Unfortunately, being the sole provider for my family, the economic insecurity that would come with that pipe dream transition would be untenable. And as I fully expect to work until the day I die, there's no sunny dream of trying my hand at it when I retire. Capitalism makes fools of us all.
In other literary news, I've also taken a bit of time to work on another story, basically a one-shot, that serves as an epilogue to a much larger series of completely unwritten stories. With the central conflict spectacularly resolved, all that's really left is a long simmering subplot between two of our numerous leads that essentially plays out as an argument ands ambiguously. It shouldn't clock in at much more than three pages by hand, but I found myself fixated on it and had to get it out.