Experimental and Experiential
One of the dearly adored regulars asked about the dates of publications for the various scopes and whatnot.
I’m finally back to a comfortable — for me — Tuesday publication date. Just sort of works. No mess, no fuss, easy for me to hit, and Tuesday tends to be the slowest business day of the week. In part, why I picked Tuesday for that Rock Shop Residency, and in part, based on the old book of mine, Two-Meat Tuesday.
But most of all?
It’s a weekly pace that I can easily sustain without cracking a sweat.
To be fair, I do sweat the details, but the image is one of ease and grace in the face of looming deadlines.
Although originally much older than that, the regular horoscopes started 30 years ago. Took a more than a year to get up to pace that was weekly. I was operating under the constraints of the interface of hardware and software, what worked, and what worked best.
Experimental and Experiential
As noted elsewhere, in the origin stories, I worked within the restrictions of a single page, cheaper for printing, like a ’zine, and more amusing, for me, like always. That all quickly shifted, and the nature — demands — of a web presence, that charted a course towards a weekly.
So it’s been like that until semi-retirement, but the way I’m wired? I can’t stop.
Tuesday it is.
Experimental and Experiential
Existential dread, and angst? I forget how that goes, but existential dread has to come from the existential region of France, otherwise it is just sparkling anxiety.
“It’s a weekly pace that I can easily sustain without cracking a sweat.”
It’s the “without cracking a sweat” part that is important. I do sweat, but include a clearly stated deadline, known in advance, it helps. With viable options, all clear and obvious, it makes it easier. The column itself runs a little over 2K words per publication, and that has waxed and waned, but ever since the (big, life-changing event) in ’98? A defining fin de siecle experience? Pluto conjunct Sun? From that point onward, the weekly ran out at close to two-hundred word paragraphs for each sign.
Over 2K words, per week, and that’s been delivered without fail. It’s the “without cracking a sweat” comment that I need to focus upon, as that’s more telling than anything else.
I do sweat it, but nothing like a Monday evening panic to help motivate a soul. Like a personal version of Monday Night Football, as ideas crash into each other.
Experimental and Experiential
The rest is, as they say, history.
Which why we are where we are.
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It is still Experimental and Experiential.
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