Everything Different, So Different

Mike Madigan
Aug 27, 2017 · 3 min read

Doing everything different today. But how. Still have to think. 3,000 words I’m holding self to, but if I’m to do everything different where do I start? Well, this isn’t different, showing to work early to write and have a little quiet time to Self, sip iced coffee and hear the sounds of the dormant production area next to me. Have a revised business plan to my right but I’m going to look at it — difference, different. Everything today has to be different. But… start… where. How about here at the table. Take more notes on my character, Kelly, see her in the financial district on her day off, Sunday, today, walking to get her coffee then going to the bank to check her account. Lower than she thought it’d be. She too wants to do things different. So she goes back to her studio apartment and instead of meeting her friend for Sunday brunch in Cole Valley, she locks herself in. Paints and draws and sketches till she’s out of breath, or needs a break but won’t let herself break for anything ’cause today she’s doing EVERYTHING different. She will be out of that office, eventually. Or not even eventually. Soon. Sooner than soon. She asks herself walking back to just off Market, “Why do I hang on to all these pieces? Why don’t I just sell them all? Each one has an audience, right?”

Find I tell myself the same as my character. I take a couple notes in the little notebook, next to the quasi-revised biz plan. I’m on a roll this morning. But is that different? How do I know if I’m doing something out of character or right within my usual character consistencies? Maybe I shouldn’t worry about it. Goal today, 3k words. Easy. Just write down everything that passes through head. In this hundred day stretch, I only now think of three thou’ being a staple, or daily amount. If I want to travel and see the world, I have to do something like this… something crazy, something that no one else is doing. And how… be tireless, as I urge you all, always. Tireless. Don’t stop. Write everything down. Everything. Like now… I’m cold. I should go get a sweater from car but how paradoxical or ironic, or just silly in that outside it’s already marching toward 80 degrees and later easily meant to surpass 100. So what.

Just rubbed hands, attempting to make them warm, to make myself warm. I swear, I laugh right after. It’s going to absolutely scorch aujourd’hui. Et aujourd’hui, le mien. (And today, mine.). Everything about today screams at me to write faster and work harder and get myself closer to the road. — Hear weird sounds coming from the tank room, production area. Would go check it out, but, as you know, that’s how horror/murder mystery movies start. So no thanks. Feel a chill, rub hands again. Have to lock myself in my own head like Kelly does in her studio off Market. Not sure what street. Not sure I know the city well enough to give her a specific street… so then a voice in me says, “Don’t.” Okay, I won’t.

Everything different. So… have to clock in in three minutes. I will, then come right back to the table, after checking what we have on the calendar for the day…. Excité for the day, and everything I know will happen, think will happen, don’t know, the surprises, the weird shit people say when tasting wine.. all of it. But the plan, the business plan for MY day — all different. All of it. And if I notice myself doing something expected, or template, I’ll radically and humorously deviate… deliciously deviate.

Hope you all have a beyond-inspiring and educational day…. Talk soon.

Pensées et temps….

Mike

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Mike Madigan

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author/creator of bottledaux.com … #tirelesswriter, #papablogga

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