Song mood: Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand.
I did make some progress in prewriting the Inspector Trevor novel. Yes, I know, how much I talk about writing in the dark, and I plan my mysteries. But there are things that I have to know, like who was killed, why and how. Then you have a detective who pushes himself hard to catch the killer.
My thing now is what I’m calling write what you know. Not the advice many writers get unsolicited. This is just sitting down what ideas you already know about the story you are going to write. Write everything you ever thought about the story. It sounds really simple, but it works well. Then writing a six sentence story that has every important moment in the story. After that expanding on every sentence until you have a clear picture of the story that you are going to write. Well, that’s what I got.
Then last night I did nothing. No reading. Just getting further on Zelda: A Link to the Past. I finally got to the castle where Zelda is being held in. After that is Gannon’s Castle.
I have been watching reels on Instagram more. My favorite is alaurabidingcitizen. She lips syncs to various things. One of her reels, she lip syncs to Bernadette on a skit from Big Bang Theory. I actually had the smallest conversation with her on IG, about the book I’m reading. It made my day.
There was one profile that kind of bothered me of this goth woman. Mainly in the reel, the woman said that she a high functioning autistic person. And she may be. It’s just I have had these conversations and listened to people who say that they are high functioning autistic. But their speech pattern isn’t like my nephew’s who is actually a high functioning autistic. But whom am I to say who is or isn’t?
Then that leads the question, am I autistic? I would say no. Just because I hold certain repetitive patterns and have a fascination with numbers and am completely socially awkward. That doesn’t make me autistic. Nor the fact that I’m not really comfortable around other people nor the fact that I’m sensitive light and sound. I’m just a guy with a lot of quirks.
I finished listening to Maigret Sets a Trap by Georges Simenon. I started listening to Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury. I don’t remember finishing the book, so I decided to listen to it.
Still reading Maigret’s Dead Man.
I think I am finding my drive again. I hope. I get so tired these days. I keep on waking up early too. Something I’m not liking. But I think I will finish some of my projects. Anyway. That is boring old me on a Friday night.