Our Green Meadow

Der Narr
Der Narr
Aug 24, 2017 · 3 min read

It’s a reoccurring feeling whilst living in the metropolis, or so I find: the craving for pastures and woodlands; to hear a bubbling creek, or feel the bark of an ash tree on my fingertips. Coincidentally, this makes me think of this passage from Thus Spake Zarathurstra that I read not too long ago, about walking “through bushes variegated, quiet, trim! Or there along the lake, where gold-fishes dance and swim! […] Beyond good and evil found we our island and our green meadow…” Oh, how I wish I could be there at times…

Yea, yea, I am due for a vacation. A vacation far, far away, preferably spent under the northern lights, surrounded by trees and all manners of critters and fauna. Alas, hunting season only starts in a couple of months. My escapade will have to wait ‘till then…

Which means that I will spend my mornings and evenings bogged down in traffic for a good while longer, with its idiotic motorists and relentless unprovoked honking and jeering. This lunacy has been quite taxing these past few days. I’m slowly getting used to it, though: the initially sky-high levels of fatigue and exasperation resulting from this new routine have dimmed to bearable levels for the most part by now.

Thankfully, these ordeals did not impair my writing these past couple of weeks. Even while soldiering through a laborious interview process on top of all the grinding travelling, I managed to get significant work done on my novel, all the while spinning up a couple of micro-stories and starting a new series as well.


The new series isn’t ready to see its first installment be published just yet. I have the pilot written down, but I feel like more revision is required for the feel to be just right. It’s mostly about deciding which details should be saved up for a later episode so as to not reveal too much too fast, which in turn would allow for said details to be unpacked more in… well, detail. Rest assured, the story isn’t too cerebral or deep or farfetched or anything. Much to the contrary, it follows a rather ordinary protagonist, but whose absurd environment and overall realities I really want to do justice. So that will have to wait for now.

However, this freed up time for me to thoroughly focus on Dear Humanity. As I mentioned in last time’s issue, I plan to make the first draft of the chapters I’m currently finishing up available here. The more I think about the fact that I only have one chapter left to redact before the first part of my magnum opus is complete, the more I become anxious and trepidated all at once. Simply jotting it down is only one step in a much larger process, I suppose, and the other steps are completely foreign to me. So as much as I am thrilled at having my first experiences with editors, marketing and promotion, I am also going in blind for the most part and this weighs on me. Not in a bad, unhealthy way; the good, performance-enhancing pressure kind.

Who knows what will come of it? God only does at this point. But I’m sure that with the right amount of research and capital I should be able to at least publish something of which I am reasonably proud of, even if it doesn’t instantly become a New York Times Bestseller…


So that’s that for now as far as newlettering goes.

That being said, I’ll wrap things up here. Make sure to scroll down the rest of the e-mail and take a look at the stories. As for this sort of blog-like journalling, there will most certainly be more to come so stay tuned for more of these thoughtful, non-fiction pieces in the future (if you care for such things, that is).

I’ll try to upload Dear Humanity Part I — Master of None Chapters Four and Five to the Google Doc this week, once I’m satisfied with the readability of the draft.

Otherwise, I bid you all a good rest-of-the-week! Till next time…

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