I will start by telling you where I am. People, who know I am writing a book, often ask. Well. How far along are you? How many pages have you written? I can tell my answers leave them silently wondering. So, today is just a progress report. I know it seems weird that I need to begin my discourse on writer’s block with a progress report on my book. I wish it was easier to explain.
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You see. The problem is that my book is embedded in my daily journal. Every day, a new page. Here is how I now organize them.
I have a Journal folder. Journal is broken down by years. Years are broken into months. And months, into days. Days are pages. All things, else, are folders:
2014-08-04: This is the name of today’s page. August 4th.
I find this particular YYYY-MM-DD format highly intuitive, because, the alphabetical is chronological. No need to look for things. My memories are embedded in time. It’s easier to remember what I wrote by recalling what I was dealing with, when I thunk that thought. And, it is easier to scan my work if it is sorted chronologically. It synchronizes my eyes with my brain.
But, mind the zeros. The zeros are necessary to retain order. This would not work if I had named the 2nd as 2014-08-2. Because, I would have a crisis brewing by the 10th.
My journal is all digital now. But, I have volumes of spiral bound notebooks dating before 2011. That year, writing by hand became difficult.
2011 is mixed between paper and digital. It is the year my symptoms grew loud. My new book actually starts around January of 2013.
Because, by then, I had received a diagnosis, and had the better part of a year to come to terms with what was happening to me physically. By 2013, I was ready to move beyond it, as a subject for my journal. I had accepted my new situation. By the time 2013 was new, I wanted to write the book I had started, before my symptoms came, to occupy my thoughts. But, that unfinished, old book, and those motivations, seemed too distant.