On the tenth day of 2024, after setting up a pattern of daily blogging, while admitting that he was not sure how long he could keep it up, Michael Jarmer Writer Guy neglected to post a blog entry. It appears that everyone survived the catastrophe. There were no angry comments, no demands for a full refund, no screams of despair, no cries of anguish, no pleading emails. On the scale that registers universal disappointment, not a blip. Actually, there was a tiny blip, one triggered perhaps by the only person on the planet who was truly disappointed: Michael Jarmer Writer Guy.
So, I have been asked by the writer to compose this little note to excuse him from yesterday’s blog activities. Was he ill? No, he was not ill. Was he engaged in other endeavors? You could say that. The quick report is that after his morning meditation practice, he got to work fooling around with a new application on his stupid smart phone, an app called Spool, an app designed to create visuals to accompany music. He spent several hours yesterday making a music video for a song he wrote, which he posted on social media. He also spent an inordinate amount of time picking up debris from Tuesday’s wind storm, a storm that brought some pretty hefty branches down from the oak trees and piles of moss and dirt and what-have-you from the sky. He tells me that when one large branch fell Tuesday night, it made such a ruckus that he and René almost thought that it came down on the house. It did not come down on the house–only across the driveway. If a car would have been in that place, it would be a very much damaged car. If a person would have been in that particular place, that person would be a very dead person. Michael also continued the work he’s doing in an effort to coordinate a writer’s conference this summer. And at four in the afternoon he joined some writer friends for a weekly zoom session aimed at goosing everyone’s creative productivity. During that session he continued to work his way through re-reading what he wrote in November during National Novel Writing Month. He thinks he may have something there. He made a pizza and he worked some in the studio and before he knew it, the day was over. And at the end of the day, it was either watch the monologues from Stephen Colbert and Jimmy Kimmel or write a blog entry. He chose, before completely calling it a day . . . well, you know what he chose. He promises (with a side-wink) to come back on day eleven.
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