Miscellaneous, Uncategorized Thoughts as of April 5th, 2022
Nostalgia is a canopy.
Sometimes, I feel like I’m doing my best and at other times, exceeding in underachieving.
I can’t rewatch The Walking Dead, because it fills me with nostalgia about the 2010’s and living in NYC. Sometimes I want to revisit, but the feeling hurts, like a snapshot or reminder of my life back when, the conversations I used to have, how I used to dress, what I thought was important, who surrounded me, etc. This is all, I should say, a little involuntary, though I know it’d be fine either way...but, just saying.
The 1934 play by Lily Hellman, The Children’s Hour, is really well-written and sometimes, I find myself thinking about it during an occasional lapse of thought, sticking out in my mind (for whatever reason).
Creative writing feels more than a lifelong pursuit, hobby or outlet, but like a ball and chain shackled around the ankle, something to pull alongside that takes effort, time, space.
As of now, I’m working on an interquel to Saturday Mornings Forever. There’s a few tentative, working titles, but the main gist of it is (so far), it’s the “other half” of the story, told via the perspective/narrative of Laura Carpenter, who has her own untold story with her own set of characters, some of whom were side-characters in Saturday Mornings Forever and are expounded on, while others, new. I’m very excited about it but also, a little self-conscious, as, I don’t want to indulgently engage in something of which only I feel is engaging, but want to create something that’s an enjoyable read for me as well as someone else. Currently, this unfinished 1st-draft is hovering near 270 pages, but it’s still well within its infancy, and the story/characters/plot-points/rhythm/themes are all subject to change. What I can say is that this is a project that excites me, leading me to think that it’s the “right” thing for me to work on.
The remaster of Chrono Cross has me stoked, but I’m waiting to pull the trigger before buying a physical copy for the sake of time-management: I barely have time to sink into the classic JRPG, as life’s full of obligations, errands, people, when all I could do (if given a stasis of time), is daydream the days away.
Memories of the Fall, a southern gothic novel that takes place circa 1950’s in rural Georgia, is on an indefinite hiatus. Initially, I started it in 2015 and wouldn’t finish a working draft until sometime in 2020, later going into rewrites and edits until 2021, though even now, after countless hours and hiring a professional copy-editor, I feel it’s not yet on the brink of release-ability, but…we’re getting there.
Sometimes, I feel like our memories about people we loved who passed on keep them alive. (They’re still here, to me.)
I miss snow, rainy days, cold weather, seasons; constant sun (and heat) depresses me.
My Playstation 5 has unofficially turned into the Elden Ring Machine, though I don’t mind…I think.
Fragments of Memory, a collection of prose, poems and short-stories, has been another project I’ve been working on for many years, and even that’s a long ways away from being a glimmer of completion, though I hope for it to see the light of day, as I’m quite proud of my poetry, rough and offbeat as I feel it is. More to be revealed on that as well, but it will also contain some of my photography (hopefully).
Sentience, consciousness, existence, reality feels like a mushroom trip (…profound, I know).
I miss VHS, not because it’s inherently better (it’s not), but because it’s worse.
There’s a still-in-conception stage play I’m writing about some of my recent experiences, but that’s far from complete, in addition to three screenplays I’ve finished, all of which are absolute nonsense, but...I must say, I still like the ideas I have in my head. Maybe one day they’ll see the light of day? Who knows.
all photos © A. M. D’Angelo, 2022
