I read in a post the guidance to go out somewhere, commit the place to memory, and then, from memory, place loci in the place as a way to build a Memory Palace.
I don’t trust my ability to recall enough that I can abstract the Palace to two layers. I build my palace by going out to where it physically exists with my vocabulary book in hand, and stare attentively at my loci of choice as I place my exaggerated imaginations on them.
People walking by definitely think I’m crazy. Fortunately, not many go by where my Palace exists. The thought of looking crazy definitely fed my procrastination of weeks past for daily practice, but (as you might imagine), the more I go out there, the less I am phased by looking crazy.
I am finding it of integral importance to organize the palace properly, even to structure my daily practice. By that, I mean that before starting practice, I am finding it important to both count the number of words to be memorized and to identify memorable loci.
On another thought: meeting my limitations to recall and to raise my Palace is instigating the need to read further on mnemothenics in order to improve my skills. This is the burden of the eclectic man: there are so many things that grab my attention - God, fitness, cooking, programming, finance, to name a few - to fit yet another task to nurture yet another dimension in life seems daunting. The Renaissance man of decorum is lauded, and for good reason. It begs the question how the artists among us with heavy burdens - families, in particular - manage their art.
Mind you, I do not see this memory art as a hobby, but as an integral portion of my development to become the man I envision for myself.