Mandaris

Long ago, I had wanted to be a writer. More specifically, a fantasy writer. Someone who could weave tales of far off places and people. I didn’t put the time in and despite a couple attempts at NaNoWriMo, I haven’t done a lot of writing that I would point to.

I feel that I get caught up in the idea of what it means to write something meaningful.

I am comparing my writing to others on micro.blog.

I was told by a friend the following:

You compare what you perceive you lack with their best.

It’s part of what makes FaceBook work.

And it’s not fair.

It’s not fair to myself to punish myself in such a way. If I want to writer “better”, I have to define what is “better” and do the things that will make me better in that way.

Or, I can just simply continue to write because I enjoy it.

It’s not about lowering my standards, it’s about doing what I enjoy and not limiting what I can do with fear of what I can’t.

It’s also not fair to any readers.

For you, this is all you really want. Good dialog from a “decent stranger”.

You can write on Micro.blog as well.

It doesn’t have to be deep and there is plenty of room in the shallows.

It makes me very, very drowsy. It becomes incredible hard to focus on anything for a prolonged period of time, a problem that I’ve been facing more and more of as the pandemic continues.

I feel a lot of pressure to perform exceptionally well at my job because there is more and more discussion for everyone to go back into the office. I really want to make the case that I’m just as productive working at home as I am at the office.

To be honest, I don’t think being in the office could help at all because every time I needed someone, they were not at there desk. When we’re all working remotely, I knew that my questions would get answered in a timely manner.

Back to the matter at hand, I have to take something for my allergies because being interrupted by my own body to sneeze is worse then having a very slow focus throughout the day.

I’m waiting for my parents at the airport. I’ve been waiting for almost an hour even though the flight came in early. Apparently there is something going wrong with the luggage and now we’re all waiting for something to happen.

After driving around the terminal for 10 minutes, I parked over in the free parking lot. It’s actually pretty nice except for the people driving around it like it was a freeway.

I also got a really good shot of the moon. I don’t think my camera phone skills are going to get better if I only take pictures of my dog.

My youngest daughter joined a Dungeons and Dragons at her high school and was really excited about the possibilities.

She’s been having a couple problems connecting with people so my wife and I are just as excited for her. We even went out and helped her pick out her first set of dice.

Then the big day comes around…

And she comes home frustrated!

The entire play session was wasted because they had not one but two dungeon masters. And to top it off they didn’t get along and had some kind of nerd competition on who knew the most about half-elves.

I’m hoping that we can turn the experience around because she’s signed up through the rest of the school year.