Another late night one. I can’t say that I’m all too fond of the late night postings. Mostly the stuff leaves me feeling like I cheated on my words. Strange how words can feel like a partner, as if you need to create the space in your life and the dedication to make the relationship between you and the words work. It is very much a two way street, at least in my interpretation. You give the words what they need to thrive and feel safe and loved and in return stories spring from that place beyond your imagination to take shape on the page.
Much like a partner, if the respect and dedication is not given, the writing does not come so easy. In truth the writing could dry up–even go away forever. When I write my memoir on writing I probably won’t say it like this. I’ll avoid the connection to romance because it feels straight up weird but real.
Some Thoughts:
- Craving Giants football. I haven’t eyeballed ticket prices to the Xmas eve game, but I know they will not be cheap.
- Apparently the new normal is a writer releasing three books a year. How in the heck would you do that? Two, yeah. Three I gotta build towards.
- Jonathan Simmons owns James Harden. In the six plays he matched up on Harden, the beard only got off one shot. He turned the ball over the other 5 times.
- Warriors and Cavs are sitting at home for a few days and watching TV. Both teams waiting patiently for someone to play against since neither has lost a game in the playoffs. #secondseason
- I remain firmly and fully in love.
- I’m not talking about words anymore.