I need to do this more often, to record who I really am. I just read through some of my older blogs, and – gasp! – I’d TOTES hang out with that chick! I wonder where she is, come out come out wherever you are…..
A Reverend I happen to know told me of a blogger/writer he respects, whose rule is to write 20 minutes a day, non-stop. If said blogger/writer needs to research a point or wants to link to an article or a photo, he leaves himself a string of easily searchable letter combinations as a marker (e.g. kjha) and keeps typing. No stopping to edit (how the FREAK does he do that, I’ve already done it twice [believe it or not]?), that comes later. While I’m not sure I can manage 20 minutes a day, I suspect I can manage 20 minutes a week, so.
Here we go.
No idea what time I started, though.
It has been since 20-freaking-10 since I’ve written anything! I keep lamenting to myself that I am no longer the writer I once was – thoughtful, with a fairly good if not a bit wordy turn of phrase, also maybe a bit sarcastic at times. Well, it’s no wonder my vocabulary is shot, I can’t write a decent sentence to save my life, I feel like I have nothing to say. I never fucking write!
I have also allowed by job to usurp my existence once again, which is to say I never fucking do anything, either. So, nothing to really write about. Addressing this is not quite as easy as writing 20 minutes a week…is it? My job only stopped usurping my existence (note the foregoing – I had no agency over it, it stopped due to outside forces) when the market crashed and I suddenly had fuck all to do at work, which freed up my time to (1) ride my bike late into the night and crawl into work late the next day, and (2) dream and scheme. I once again have WAY TOO MUCH to do at work, constant, all the time, all of it “important” and all of it “now”. Which, of course, is a bunch of crap. But it has turned things that I love (riding my bike, for example) into things that I “should” do, but don’t. Which is, of course, a bunch of crap also.
Okay, I think I’m coming up on 20 minutes. This is some seriously self-indulgent crap that I will try not to inflict on the interwebs ever again…at least not to this extent. BUT! Check it out! I wrote! And I’m going to quickly go find something else to post immediately after this, to begin the process of burying it because it is SHITE!
But fuck it! I wrote! For twenty minutes.
