Month: April 2019

Living, afraid

I have spent a month or more being too afraid.

I’ve always been someone who fears things deeply, but that’s often when I have reason to fear; my fears go to the extreme, the worst case, envisioning how terribly it all will end, but they are not sparked at random. There are clinical terms for the things I don’t experience— social anxiety, well, I’m usually not afraid of interacting with people— generalized anxiety, well, I don’t think of myself as someone who curls up in a ball at just anything. I merely, “merely” struggle to keep calm under pressure. That’s all it’s been, until recently.

Something has changed in a strange way, so strange that it could almost be considered an annoyance. It wasn’t the knowledge that the entire global biosphere has just over a decade to be saved from potentially total collapse. That knowledge is painful, deep, abiding, and made the sadness of autumn and winter all the sharper, fashioning it into a real grief. But if anything, that all made me less afraid for a time. Why should I be afraid of obstacles in my daily life that are so petty next to apocalypse? Nevertheless, at the onset of spring I began to deal with something profoundly new to me: the cat I’ve had for almost eleven years was ill, and although he’s recovering now, there was a stretch when I thought I might lose him.

I prepared for it. I made sure to tell him all the things I wanted him to know, if he could ever understand, and I researched and decided what I would do with his remains if the moment came, and I even had a plan for contacting an at-home euthanasia service if his suffering was too great. While he may be on the mend, I’m coming off the end of many sleepless nights, and my tension from those has spread into other sources of stress. Now I keep winding myself up into a silent, heart-pounding frenzy, not at my cat, but at my normally dormant phobias. I am afraid of fire. I am afraid of illness in general. I am afraid of loud noises. Incidents involving any of these things, or the threat of these things, are making my blood burn. Flooded with cortisol.

It’s bad for me, and I want it to stop. I am exploring what I can do to make it stop, and I have already made certain resolutions. Right now, though, while I’ve had a few minutes to reflect again about all of this, I’ve decided to write here, because I haven’t written so fully on anything in my life for a while. I think that’s something I’ve lacked, something that could have even contributed to my fear. I’m going to try being brave now. I still remember what that felt like, and if it takes writing and writing and writing until I can get that feeling back, then write I must.

Here ends another dispatch from late capitalism.

Llywelyn Jones

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Overdue update time

It has certainly been a while since I updated here (again). This is not for lack of productivity. I’d like to let interested parties know that the mega-project Armes Prydein is still very much in progress, even though it remains largely within the worldbuilding stage. At this point, I would say that’s about 2/3 done, and then there will be some intensive character planning but I’m envisioning a serious, hardcore Writing Schedule™ getting underway before the end of 2019. This would mean that 1/2 of my estimated 5 year minimum project time would have been devoted to “not actually writing,” but I am increasingly confident that once the writing does begin apace, spending only 2.5 more years on it could be realistic.

I am mostly anticipating slowdowns if I get wildly distracted by some other creative endeavor… which is not impossible, because some recent events have made me very curious about getting back into music after an extremely long hiatus. But I’m not considering the risk too great at the moment; my music ideas require money that I shouldn’t rightfully spend for a bit, and it’s been enough of a headache lately to consciously manage writing logistics that I don’t know how music production could actually enter the mix.

In any case, while I continue this literary dungeon-crawl, I know I would do myself a favor by developing my writing career on other fronts, so here are some resolutions that I’d like to try upholding once I get back from a vacation in early May:

  • Post more Armes Prydein process updates here, even when they feel minor.
  • Post essays here to develop a portfolio for freelance work!
  • Yes. Freelance work. I’m going to try it.
  • Write at least one singular short story like “O Fortuna” again on the side, and start pitching it. Ideal publishing time frame before 2021.

How many of these things will I pull off? I don’t know. But I’m not getting any younger.

Llywelyn Jones