Today I swam a 100m lap without undue distress. Though a whole charge chunk of the credit goes to my swimming instructor (you know who you are, and I can never thank you enough for your relentless patience!), I feel some of it goes to my refusal to give up.
As a writer, I had a few ‘conspiracy-theory-like’ nightmares, where Google would be able to buy and sell us (it already acquires and uses our info), choose our mates, and the fates of our children.
After the war with Earth, bioengineered humans scatter across the Backworlds. Competition is fierce and pickings are scant. Scant enough that Craze’s father decides to hoard his fortune by destroying his son. Cut off from family and friends, with little money, and even less knowledge of the worlds beyond his own, Craze heads into an uncertain future. Boarding the transport to Elstwhere, he vows to make his father regret this day.
Endocrine disruptors are everywhere. They’re in thermal receipts that come out of gas pumps and A.T.M.’s. They’re in canned foods, cosmetics, plastics and food packaging. Test your blood or urine, and you’ll surely find them there, as well as in human breast milk and in cord blood of newborn babies.
One must physically move to react to those sounds, one must think about how to record the information, calling on outlining and spelling skills, and the very mechanical act of writing. Plus, when you are finished writing you have also made for yourself a visual memory. So, you end up with a sound memory, reinforced by a visual memory, and all dealt with through the mechanics of processing the words and writing them. The act of writing involves more of the brain than just listening.