Just to keep you guys in the loop, I’m a bit behind on my goal stated earlier. I’d wanted to get two of my songs done by tomorrow, and then take them down to the open mike at the Green Frog. It’s looking as though only one of them will be done. I’m basically done with “The Very Same World.” It’s all scored. I just have to format it.
It may seem that I set my goals too high. Often this is the case. But in this case, something happened that interfered with the progress. I lost a good five days. It’s not so important what happened. The important thing is that I’m back on track.
Also, it’s important for me to remember that, no matter how reasonable my goals may seem to be in the ideal state, there’s this annoying nuisance called “life” that will occasionally get in the way of those goals. Suffice it to say that life was in the way for about five days, and that it’s no longer in the way.
I also take solace in the fact that I’m not the only starving artist in this world. I do what I can to put food on the table and pay my rent. But I have to admit it can be depressing when it all hits you at once. You work hard on a project for a five years and you can’t even come up with $85 to register it with the United States Copyright Office. You can’t buy a couple books you were eager to buy — including and especially the book called The War of Art. It was recommended to me by this writer, and I’ve been dying to read it. I’ve even recommended it to my daughter and to other writers. I can’t buy a couple other books I wanted, just because life once again got in the way.
Does it sound like the Poor Boy is whining? Well – get a load of this:
You can’t find your headphones you lost two weeks ago. Your mouse broke and you hassled yourself for days over whether it was worth $15 to buy another one, or whether you were going to continue to stress your nerves to shreds trying to use the touch pad. As if that wasn’t enough, you spilled coffee all over your computer keyboard. Now you’re using an external keyboard that’s about five times as loud in public places, and getting dirty looks because you learned how to type on an Olivetti manual typewriter back in 1966 and never did quite get the hang of these modern keyboards. All this is aggravating your class issues, and to make matters worse, people who have never been poor start laying loads of unsolicited advice on you, as if they have any idea how to maneuver the various details of abject poverty. You seethe internally. Your anger toward people in the privileged classes only increases, at a time when you’re trying to learn how to love them.
As I write these words though, I curse myself inwardly. What can I do in the month of April to keep life from getting in the way? Here I sit in the local pub once again, indulging in a cup of coffee and a muffin. How many external cups of coffee, how many scones and muffins, do I have each month? But then again, if I stay inside my room and write, I run dry. I need to see people – outside of church and work — I need to see smiling faces during the course of the day. I can just hole myself up in my room all month.
Not to mention, I’m an Old Guy. I worked hard all my life. True – I made the unwise error of never saving up for any kind of retirement – I just worked, worked, worked until I had a total nervous breakdown. Then they put me on this awful thing we have in America called Social Security Disability Income, which primarily robs people of their self-esteem.
But it put food on the table before I got around to realizing I could probably still work, despite what “they” said. Anyway, if nothing else, during the ten years that I have been on disability, one thing I have done is what I always wanted to do — and what I never found the time to do, when I was working full time. I’m only working part-time now, but at least I’m holding down my job. Why I ever allowed the United States Government to be the entity deciding whether or not I was able to work is beyond me. IF only I had known then what I know now!
Nobody can call me lazy. One thing I have done in the past ten years — is write. And I’ll keep writing. I’ll see my Day if I keep at it. But it never ceases to annoy me how the wealthy in this world have everything, and yet don’t know what to do with it. I’m a guy who has nothing — but at least I know what to do with it.
I almost wish it were the other way around. Ah well — back to work.