Chapter 1 – What Goes on in Daisy’s Head

How do you write anew? How do you continue to post after a long weekend of stuffing your face with turkey and cranberry sauce to the point where by holiday Monday you’re lost in a hazy misconstruction of football episodes, your daughter’s Super Monsters Halloween edition and extra pumpkin pie, pumpkin coffee cake streaming through your veins? I drove into work this morning feeling like I took a 5 month mental hiatus and that it would take another 5 years to get back to where I was last Friday in terms of thought processes and drive. But this sobering feeling, is it better than the former? Which should I be chasing? There is no need to chase if the answer is right there.” And so, I ignored CBC and the Mr. Stephen Quinn and tried to nap in my car only to think, if I don’t get up to my desk right away, I will fall asleep into this sluggish slump and it will impact the rest of my week in a very negative way. “Dangit, it’s starting already,” quipped Daisy, “I’m not ready to travel, dangit, dang you, dangit, DANG YOU!” I’ve fallen, it only lasts 2 days, but the clock will tick up until the 21st and I only have so much time to regroup and reiterate my success using succinct words and a logical progression of content.

Daisy looked upward, towards the roof and saw a glowing star leaning on its edge, skirts away from abandoning friends and arriving onto a dust covered pillow. Puffy and  like an oyster, she rolled over in bed, drawing her arms over her face and pushing down to feel that cold cozy pleasure she so longed for throughout the day. Today was bright and sunny, bold rays peered through large windows allowing light into her Brooklyn studio apartment. The girl was ready for A Day, ready to do the job she did best – ‘social media marketing’ for an up-and-coming TED startup company in the SoHo district of Elevententeen.

Elevententeen was a designated area for a group of bright communications pupils. They had three things in common. One, they were Bipolar Type 10; two, they had recently quit ‘drinking’ and; three, they lived with an intent to impact the digital landscape like no other humans have done before them.

Daisy grabbed her pillow and immediately clicked on her Insta app, that nagging suspicion to see The Need fed her like a rich, decadent chocolate drink costing tons more than a third-hand Prada bag nabbed off Vestiaire (and Seventeen). She quickly clicked, but then something else happened. It did not open, she did not see the grace of her favorite celebrity and his infantry, she just heard a sound, a long drawn, slowly creeping vibration of ‘digital air’ and the only thing she could think of was, “That content had just become redundant however, I can’t seem to see the validity in re-writing and re-working the same concept more than 3 times, then after that it will become null and void. The success that emerged from it last week is no longer there.”

“It’s locked!”, “Were you able to get back in?”

No, so I decided to just write. Write down your thoughts Chona, write them down and write them down again. Get back to your spot on the list, get back to you, this new you, but sadly I already have a headache developing from the idea of it. Will she be able to leave the content as it is? Will she usurp the value of its flow by editing it down, editing it all out to make complacent sense? Can you back away and still smile and feel success? That is something Alice from Wonderland would say, “Things aren’t worth that much once you start editing out the originality Miss Chona Fe, but I think this is what you think then isn’t that the way?”

(For TED) Next topic up, something a little more logical and objective: awakening technicality in your creative mind using conscious mental activity & a design case study on selling social media ideas to small businesses.

Tip: Trust instinct, not visuality. For example – She’s too excited! I think! Or, “Believe in yourself. The rest is up to me and you.” Or, Keep things simple. Have a rational objective. 


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