Will there be a special cameo appearance by Grandmaster Flash? I’m not saying yes, but I’m not saying no.
Tomorrow, in any case, I launch into 75 days of concentrated activity, activity I have divided into five tidy fifteen-day segments. If you were in my apartment right now, it would be more than a little creepy; I really wish you would call beforehand. You would also find enough frantically scribbled digits strewn about the place to know that I’ve devised a plan that verges on numerological madness.
I’ve got quite a lot of work on the docket, some of it long overdue, some that I’m very much looking forward to. It was all swirling around in a cloud of potential energy for the past few weeks, and I realized that I needed to build a structure around it and through it, a framework for challenge and achievement. That, as you may have gathered by now, is kind of my thing.
This plan, however, will require a greater degree of devotion and diligence than any I have attempted before, a kind of single-mindedness ill adapted to my natural, multilinear habits of thought. I’m fond of these sorts of plans, because they either fail or succeed spectacularly. The trajectory will either carry me into a wall or see me through it, and I’m content not to know the outcome in advance. This ending, unlike a few others on the horizon, depends on my own exertions, and if I fail to measure up to the conception in my head…well, that just means my imagination isn’t drawn to scale, which is a healthy thing in its own right. And if I succeed? That, I think, will be something.
If I were you, I wouldn’t bet on the wall.
