Another day without energy and communication.
Another day when I am not able to publish the materials I planned on the site. But my writing marathon continues.
For the fifth day in a row, I devote at least one hour to writing fiction. Read more about this challenge in the article.
As for my challenge, in which I posted something to the site every day – it lasted 44 days.
On the 45th day, I was unable to post due to the lack of electricity and the Internet.
December 16 – a similar situation, 17…
Those couple of hours when the power is turned on are not enough to do the necessary things in order of priority.
For now, I have to take a break from the blogging marathon and focus on my daily writing.
I can do this without all the “benefits of civilization”.
The fifth day was not easy. Difficulties came one after another. My back reminded me of a severe pain that practically confined me to bed.
I could move very slowly and constantly feeling sharp pain. Painkillers, ointments do not help much when it comes to the spine.
But I still continued to create.
Lying down, I first set up a workplace for myself on a mattress in the corridor, where I now sleep (296 days in a row).
When the lights went out, I continued to write and work, but now in complete darkness with only my keyboard, mouse and phone.
I recorded the process of my artistic writing on the fifth day on a camera that took pictures of this process every 15 seconds. This is the most economical option for recording, because video recording consumes too much of the camera’s battery.
I tried to do everything well, but the pain in my back did not allow me to follow, that the focus went astray and that is why the phone screen is blurry, you can’t see anything, exactly what I wrote. But I’ll add some screenshots to make it a little clearer:
The first 15-20 minutes passed more or less normally. I lay there and typed blindly the text of my work of art, little by little. Then the cat Maslo came and began to settle on the chest.
At first, he didn’t bother me much, but then he just lay down on my right hand and lay like that until the very end of my writing hour.
He covered the screen of the phone with himself, so I saw later, having changed his posture a little, he was pressing some keys and deleted part of the text.
To the end of that hour on the fifth day, I wrote with my left hand using the on-screen keyboard.
So I fell asleep until the light was turned on for a while. But my low mobility did not allow me to quickly make publications and videos on the same day. Even now, I am writing this text again in another blackout.
Today I feel better, I can move more freely, I will make the process of my writing more qualitative and the sixth day may not be so blurry.
I also made the video on the fifth day for an hour, each frame for 15 seconds, as it was during the shooting process. I already added the music when editing the final video:
I want to wake up from this terrible dream and as if nothing had happened… Dreaming is not harmful when it does not interfere with activities. Instead of this whining, a stronger desire to act trumps considerations of possible parallel universes.
Now I’m surviving and thinking how to make at least my life better.
This search constantly keeps you on your toes. Spheres. That he was affected by the war and radical paradigm changes, I have absolutely all of them. Adaptation is in full swing and something new is added every day.
The desire to write is constantly growing, both quantitatively and qualitatively. Trash, rubbish, garbage, unnecessary things are thrown away automatically, like mud from a car at high speed.
I hear the wind ringing in my ears from this exciting flight.
Where are we flying?
As always – into the unknown of the next moment.
These sessions of silence (blackouts), in addition to frank inconveniences, keep me in good spirits and constantly remind me about the mission, about who I am, why, where, how and how much.
While someone is frantically looking for where to get such “necessary” Internet, I set up a new, more convenient workplace and continue to write, plan my life for the coming days, carefully placing priorities.
I enjoy these forced stops, I see in them not only an increase in anger towards the russian bastard, but also a solution to issues that remain aside in ordinary everyday life.
Today, I am incredibly happy to be a writer again. That my craft doesn’t suffer in the absence of light, that I can express myself freely at least to my phone, which dutifully reflects my weird thoughts.
Today is a special day. Not like the others. Maybe it has to do with my driving and the way I don’t notice the speed on the speedometer.
I feel this path and landscape, which is constantly changing, but there is no fear that this road leads to the wrong place or, even worse, to nowhere.
Right There.
Even if nowhere.
16-12-2022 12:46
