Small, Happy Shifts

Good morning, universe.

Clouds are rolling over the city today, casting my world in a soft gray light that feels perfect for staying inside and getting some writing done. This morning was unexpectedly nice, however, and we wandered along the waterfront for a bit, weaving our way through the crush of humanity arriving at pier 66 to board the Norwegian Encore.

I'm almost done setting up my computer just how I want it. Last week I installed Debian KDE, and I moved my current writing project over to Novelwriter, which is excellent. I'm glad to be on a so-called “stable” version of Linux, one that only does major updates every two years. Some people are fiddlers. They like to fuss and optimize, to always have the latest and greatest. I'm more of a slow and steady kind of gal. Give me something that just works and don't ask me to futz with it. I'd rather save my futzing for my novel, not my computer.

I've been enjoying these small, happy shifts. A new operating system. New novel writing software. After working out a few technological kinks (being on Linux is occasionally inconvenient) I've shifted my e-book buying from Amazon to Kobo. That is, when I can't buy from the author directly. I like to archive my purchased EPUBs in Calibre, but I will say, the Kobo reading app is extremely nice. If I ever go back to an e-ink reader, I'll certainly use one of theirs.

I'm reading What I talk about when I talk about running by Haruki Murakami. His memoir is an interesting overlap between his passions for running and writing fiction. I enjoyed reading about how his (and his wife's) life changed when he left a rather extroverted and social job to become a writer:

It was a major directional change-from the kind of open life we'd led for seven years, to a more closed life. I think having this sort of open existence for a period was a good thing. I learned a lot of important lessons during that time. It was my real schooling. But you can't keep up that kind of life forever. Just as with school, you enter it, learn something, and then it's time to leave.

I also liked what he had to say about the role of pain in our lives:

As I've gotten older, though, I've gradually come to the realization that this kind of pain and hurt is a necessary part of life. If you think about it, it's precisely because people are different from others that they're able to create their own independent selves. ... Take me for example. It's precisely my ability to detect some aspects of a scene that other people can't, to feel differently from others and choose words that differ from theirs, that's allowed me to write stories that are mine and mine alone.

There's a lot in the book that I can relate to. It's been a good read.

It's been a good, futzing around sort of morning, but it's time to get to work. Have a good one!

PS: Into the book, I go.