I often refer to myself as a mostly emotionless robot. I’ll sometimes kid about a malfunctioning emotion chip or a compromised one. It’s pretty much a natural progression from relating hard with characters like Data, Spock. Basically the manner in which they were initially received made me feel less alone. And I liked the idea that somewhere out there, there’d be folx that would be willing to be patient. For the caution and protective systems to see them as not a threat or vector for harm.
I am a mostly emotionless robot that heavily favors communicating in gif/emoji instead of verbally. That, however, is not a readily accepted form of communication in the workplace. I like words though. So I used those too. Also workshop.*
Some of them are here. A lot of them are never going to see the light of day unless I’m taking them to a fire. But that’s the craft, like any other. A constant learning, honing, fucking the fuck up and a bit of refinement.
I posted here the writing exercises I try my hand at- good many slung out there by Chuck Wendig. Sandbox adventures make a showing here. If I’m not playing in a sandbox of my own design, I visit other sandboxes for a wee while. Hopefully without getting tossed out of them.
It’s taken well over a decade to know that writing for me is so much more than I relegated it to. So now I learn about the balancing act that is a full time gig and stop writing in my head. Sounds like an adventure that I’m probably in no way prepared for.
*I have a workshop. Wherein I make things and surprised the fuck outta myself discovering that yes I would like to spend hours making things. And no, I don’t have a favorite tool in the shop. Because they’re all favored.
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