I don’t know if I’m having a bad day, but I’m definitely having a disappointing and frustrating day, so I’m trying to relax. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to actually relax and still write this post, so I’m hoping the post manages to chill me out a bit.
Because I should’ve written the post yesterday when I realized I’d forgotten to do it on Monday. Despite having a detailed to-do list, I never put writing Selected Declarations on it. I have no idea why. But I’ve observed the behavior. Haven’t corrected it, just observed it.
I figured I’d wait until today because there might be something interesting to talk about. There’s not. Hence the aforementioned disappointment. It’s more disappointing than the disappointing I had prepared for, which is probably why everything’s frustrating too.
Otherwise, I didn’t have much to talk about.
I’m reading Empire of the Summer Moon: Quanah Parker and the Rise and Fall of the Comanches, the Most Powerful Indian Tribe in American History, by S.C. Gwynne, which turns out to be the true story The Searchers is based on. The Searchers is based on a novel I’ve never read, but the story in Summer Moon is historical. It’s a great, compelling, depressing, and distressing read. I imagine it’ll get pulled from libraries someday because it’s all about how barbaric white Christians were in the frontier days, which is the depressing part. The distressing part is how little we’ve changed. At least they learned things back then.
I did have an anecdote about the book and its subject. In undergrad, I wrote a paper on the Comanches for a Native American History class, curious because of The Searchers. Somehow I missed this entire story, making me feel bad about my A.
But what very clearly has not happened, six weeks in 2022, is writing Selected Declarations being a thing I remember to do without prodding. It’s still not too much of a time investment to not keep doing it, but I question what I’ll have after fifty-two of these posts, except the word count. While I admit there are times in life I wish I could’ve blathered cohesively enough to hit a word count, right now isn’t one of them. The blog is very much not one of them.
And not this kind of writing.
Back in writing school, when I did word count stuff, I did incidental writing and then word count writing. There was intentionality to the word count writing. Not actually in line with the way we were doing it, but I needed to get used to getting words out.
Now I’m always ready to crank out four hundred words. I’m permanently set to verbose, regardless of subject.
So, maybe next week will be a good Selected Declarations. There are another forty-six. Anything’s possible?