Some readers have commented on the fact that they're seeing some post-dated entries popping up in the blog. No, you're not imagining it â€“ have been writing stuff, but then failing to post them the same day, and so they molder while I get distracted. I try to post things on the days I actually wrote them, just to be representative of my writing activity. I realize that this is antithetical to my original mission, which was to write something, anything every day and then post it no matter what â€“ I'm supposed to abandon my text.
Sigh . . . try, fail, get up, try again, repeat until success or the apocalypse.
I dreamt last night that I was running around an apartment building, checking and rechecking locks to keep some burglars at bay. It seemed that the same perps had been coming around to the same buildings routinely, and I thought if I just checked everything enough times I could catch them, and hold the intruding world at bay. The whole time I'm doing the checking, I'm waiting for someone to jump out and grab me. If it was a TV show, the suspense music would have been playing.
Sounds like a real nightmare for me. If my security depends on me locking down enough details in my life, then I'm doomed. Sometimes it seems like there is no "big picture," just an endless series of details to attend to. Or, worse yet, I see the big picture and despair entirely, and console myself with the small pleasures of small tasks.
For whatever this is worth, I found both the Aiden-parade and the locking-doors dreams to be very powerful images. I can relate to both very strongly. But my real point here is that you are communicating something very real in your writing, however forced it may feel at the time.