Thank you everyone for your tips and advice on my last post. I definitely found it helpful, and if anything it just reaffirmed what I already suspected.
Write from the heart, write about what I want to write about, write about whatever is in my head, write about what interests me, write about what makes me happy, write about my life.
So what does that mean? what interests me and makes me happy?
My wife and girlfriend. Polyamory. My son. Books I read, music I listen to, movies/tv I watch. Science fiction. Superheroes (Marvel and DC). Football. Fishing. Gardening. Astronomy. BDSM.
I’m not completely sure how any of these are going to translate into posts but I’ve also been told to not think so hard about, just ‘put pen to paper’ and ‘dont expect perfection on page 1’
All food for thought and I’m interested to see how it all plays out
I have however been working on the title for this thing. Instead of being a bland Jack’s Journal, I’ve now got a name of Flying To The Stars:Adventures in Space, Time, Polyamory, and Fishing which I really do like. I’ve also got a layout that I’m much happier with.
One step at a time. Perfect won’t happen on page 1.
I’m pleased to report that I remain an utter embarassment to my son. I feel this cements the fact I’m doing an excellent job as a parent. Today he told me, with all the wisdom he has garnered from his 29 years on this planet that I need to ‘grow up’ and ‘start acting my age’. He didn’t seem all that impressed when my response was that I’d never been 64 before now and had no idea how I was supposed to act.
Apparently, I’m too old to be watching ‘silly’ superhero and science-fiction movies – we were watching X-Men when he dropped in for an unexpected, unannounced visit.
Please I was watching Star Trek and Doctor Who the first time around, and reading Marvel and DC comics in the 1960s. I was a geek before it was ‘cool’ and the current revival is only making my love grow. You’ll be prying my Captain America action figure from my cold dead hands. Actually, scratch that, he’ll be coming in the coffin with me.
I’m also too old to be reading a kids book about space.
I’d just finished reading The Planets – a DK Publishing book about, well, the planets. Absolutely fascinating book, and it’s made me want to know more about NASA’s Solar & Heliospheric Observatory
I’m also too old to be blogging or playing Candy Crush Saga – because God forbid I find new ways to spend my day, find new hobbies to entertain myself with.
I do though have suitably ‘old person’ interests and should only fill my time with crosswords, chess, gardening, fishing and listening to classical music.
I probably shouldn’t tell him I’m thinking of going back to school….
(Please don’t take any of this the wrong way. I have a really good relationship wiht my son and he’s very much like I was at that age. I’m mostly just amused that he believes people’s personalities and interests are dictated by how old they are!)
As much as I like to try and stay young at heart, every once in a while my body decides to remind me of my ever-increasing age. Today is one of those days where my knees and back are quite loudly pointing out that I am in my 60s and have injured myself numerous times over the last few decades.
I have spent much time today enjoying the relief brought to me by various analgesics and strategically placed hot and cold packs. My day has been mostly spent on the couch, with my legs up, a cat on my lap and my dog at my feet. Samantha and Lucy have been alternately curled up with me and caring for their old man. There was also some napping and some adult activities.
I’ve been reading 1984, playing Candy Crush Saga, listening to the Top Classical playlist on Spotify (50 best classical recordings from today’s leading performers, including 2016 Grammy nominees) and watching season 1 of Bones. It’s not a show that Lucy’s a fan of but Samantha is a big fan of the ‘here’s a dead body, lets solve the case’ type stories and I love detective.
Normally all of that would add up to the perfect rainy Satuday afternoon. But. Days like this when I’m feeling every single one of my years I start to wonder why my beautiful girls are with an old man like me. They’re both younger than me and I can’t help but think one day they’ll wake up and realise I’m not in my 40s like I used to be. I’ve mentioned it before and Samantha always says she’s not in her 30s any more either but I still think she’s beautiful, which she is and I do. And then she smacks me and tells me to stop being so stupid.
And so I do.