Six hour drives seem to sap all the energy I have.
On the way north to Fargo, I finished listening to The Turn of the Screw by Henry James. I started that on a previous road trip. I didn't like it as much as Daisy Miller, also by Henry James. I also finished listening to Stephen Fry's Victorian Secrets.
Then I started listening to the Poetic Edda translated by Jackson Crawford. I'm enjoying it. It was written around the 1200's, it's a series of poems that chronicles the Nordic gods. The poets at times went crazy with repetition, but that's okay. The rhythm builds on the repetition.
I'm not going to worry about my writing. That is, I will write and hope the momentum builds. It's not about success or failure, but legacy. I need to adopt the same attitude about my writing as I do videos: just have fun with it.
For videos, I think I will start writing one minute poems. I can also read other people's poetry as well. So there is a wealth of material out there for me to do. I can also watch my favorite videos and brainstorm for poems based off of what I watch.
Now, I just need to wait for the next lucid dream to show me which direction I need to go.