Having seen it three times today, I felt compelled to post something on the subject; WTF is up with people walking/running/jogging/DRIVING with headphones?
Maybe I’m just paranoid, but this seems like one hell of an easy way to get yourself run down by cars, especially in this age of entitlement, where pedestrians just blithely walk across streets, intersections, what-have-you, with seemingly not a care in the world about the possibility of getting hit. Even if you’re running on a path specifically set aside for pedestrians, what if someone passing by has a mechanical failure and they come screeching off-road? I know I’d be embarrassed as all get out to get to the afterlife and say “I’m here because I couldn’t live without my MP3 player.” Don’t get me wrong, I loves me some loud rock music, especially in the car, but modern ambient noise-cancellation technology means that headphones block out virtually EVERYTHING but their own noise.
And for anyone that says, “Well, pedestrians have the right-of-way,” legally that’s true at intersections, but frankly, that argument only sounds nice when you’re in a courtroom and someone’s got to cut a check. It sounds a lot LESS nice when you’re in an Intensive Care Unit with casts on your limbs and a catheter in a really uncomfortable place.
I’d rather leave off the headphones, yield the right-of-way to the overwhelming law of physics which says that below lightspeed, the harder and denser mass of a moving vehicle is going to do serious structural damage, if not DEATH, to my squishy, mostly-water meatsuit. Although maybe I’m wrong, and all these joggers are really Terminators, capable of walking away after being run over by a semi.
I keep stumbling over the beginning of the latest draft, and not-so-coincidentally, I think I’ve found a great way to get past that annoying “I haven’t accomplished squat” feeling I get when I’m trying to start writing; update the dictionary! My books all have one, since I don’t expect everyone to have the same knowledge base I do, and there’s enough stuff and people involved in my stories that it helps me (and anyone reading it) to keep stuff straight. Updating the dictionary, taking out old references and slapping in temporary entries for stuff I want to work in gives that sense of accomplishment, and it doesn’t take longer than two or three hours!
I’ve finished the first draft of the second novel of the Unbinder Recursion, but in an attempt to keep up my momentum, I’ve promised myself I won’t start revising it until I get at least halfway through a draft of the third. It seems like a great idea, trying to keep one bullet in the chamber while I reload, and it definitely keeps me on track with trying to meet my word count for the day goals, but it also feels slightly self-sadomasochistic. Or perhaps I should just get out of the house more often.