Winter ’22/23, Day 35

I’m thinking about the series I want to do in year 3. Maybe I’ll do another “30 Days of Sound”. I wish I had more time to write these posts. I wish I could invest more into them. I don’t have the time. Spring semester is starting soon and I’m going to be busy. Maybe I’ll continue with the current season/day format for now. It seems to be working. The goal was to find a way to continue posting daily and it’s been great for that.

I wish I felt the purpose. I don’t really have a goal for these posts right now. I just keep writing them. I suppose I could write anything: tell you how my days are going, ponder dreams, skip rocks on a dappled surface, or meander through vines. But I don’t know who I’m writing for. I don’t know who wants to read or who would want to listen. It’s weird to write without a purpose. There is no face floating in my mind as I press these keys. No problem these words will satisfy, and no blueprint they will replace. How can I write for many if I can’t write for one?

What if I don’t need a face? What if I imagine a character and write for them? Assume a guise and speak in a foreign voice? I could tell you about things which might have been. Is that what they call fiction?