In the 100 Day Project, one creates an art project over 100 days. In my case, I declared that I would write a mosaic novel and prove out my work by posting on my blog. My posts were to be lessons I had absorbed from the media I consumed – usually writing related – focused around lessons that enabled me to turn a book shaped object into a novel I was happy to have created.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So that didn\u2019t quite happen. For one thing, \u201cHey, maybe cannibals\u201d is not a plot. For another, 100 posts in 100 days is tremendously hopeful. I\u2019m calling a close to the project so I can focus on more art creation and a little less churn posting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I love what I have learned about myself and my consumption tendencies, and I love how much I have to learn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In summary:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Planned: 100 topics, 1 novel<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At one point I made a throwaway reference to a 300 sonnets problem. Somewhere on tumblr, the-humdrum-gatsby references an English professor who said, \u201cif he writes her a few sonnets, he loves her. if he writes her 300 sonnets, he loves sonnets\u201d<\/a>. It was easier for me to write posts about writing lessons than to create my stated work. While I\u2019m glad to have this reference repository now, I will admit that it\u2019s easier to create new art when I\u2019m not worrying about writing blog posts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Actually: 49 topics, 3 essays, 1 novel revision, 1 new novel (started)<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m amazed at my level of productivity. I have a full time job that is unrelated to writing, there is currently a worldwide pandemic, and as much as this introvert has reverted to the Mona Lisa during quarantine, I will be the first to admit that I have gone a little more than slightly mad. Sometimes I think I\u2019ve forgotten how to interact with actual humans. But look at that productivity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Favorite: Practice: Read More<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n I have long interacted with things and people and stuff as though I were analyzing them for English class (sorry people), but writing it down and analyzing my love of museum exhibits reinforced a drive to slow down and take in this new world of pandemic. The streets shut down and so the village went road-construction crazy, so that the whole world outside my window looked like an apocalypse. And I got used to it. If I were to read the street and the construction and my sense of trapped, I would find comfort that I cannot go anywhere while I cannot go anywhere (due to quarantine). A happy ending after all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Least Favorite: Conversation: Pride and Prejudice and Zombies<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n This had to be my quickest and dirtiest post. There is a single revelation, but I feel it was done better with Conversation: Cabin In the Woods<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Biggest Oops: Confusing Anne Lamont and Annie Proulx (fixed!)<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ahahah. Whoops!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Biggest Revelation: Space: The Joy Luck Club<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n It wasn\u2019t until I was considering the length of actual mental space that the Joy Luck Club<\/strong> takes up in my memory (a second handshake, years apart from the first) that I realized the power of time within a written work. It has changed how I consider plotting and structuring my work going forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n First: Structure: Skin Game<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn\u2019t know what I was doing, and the difference in tone and feeling of work I perceive when I read the post really shows it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Last: Space: Richard Peck<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n This was nearly the easiest post to write. At this point I had written 48 posts and gotten very comfortable with joining a wide range of media in leaps and bounds. There are no rules. And so, between the point I wanted to record and the stories in my memories of the media I had consumed, the post spilled out in a lyrical, comma filled mess that needed very little shaping. Probably could have used a little more. Eh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m Glad: Community: Critique Partner<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n This is one of my most embarrassing and favorite stories of my childhood. At a certain point, my parents decided I should learn to handle my problems myself, and as the story in this post illustrates, there\u2019s a reason kid logic will only get you so far.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I Wish: Space: Virgil Abloh<\/p>\n\n\n\n I wish I had written this post. I will write it someday. I will write about how much I looked forward to the show at the Museum of Contemporary Art, and how disappointed I was after I went – right up to the last exhibit. It completely changed how I understood the theme of the show and sat in my mind for months, changing my behaviors and the way I interacted with things and stuff. It was wonderful. I\u2019m still mad. I\u2019ll write this someday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In the 100 Day Project, one creates an art project over 100 days. In my case, I declared that I would write a mosaic novel and prove out my work by posting on my blog. My posts were to be lessons I had absorbed from the media I consumed – usually writing related – focused … Continue reading Summary: 100 Day Project<\/span>