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Great early morning discussion about the blog before the blog began this morning. My partner and I talked about the negative affects of writing this–especially at night. I tend to check out on writing once the blog is checked off my list. I do that largely at night, because the responsibility is off my back. Of course, when I am struggling to find ten minutes worth of energy and substance to write about at the end of the night for so many days and weeks, it makes sense that having it done earlier puts me at peace. However, this only reaffirms her point: It is an excuse to no longer write that day. So, yes there is truth in the allegation. So now what?

It falls to a reevaluation of the circumstances. I need to get back to writing first thing in the morning. No matter how uncomfortable it is at first. No matter how much it constitutes a change a circumstance in my life, I need to make writing a temporal priority. That is more than merely blogging for ten in the morning. I ought to write.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Still watching The Staircase. I won’t give anything away except to say that the documentary is very interesting and engaging and teaches me a lot about how to keep a reader on the edge with the introduction of new information. What I find the most engaging is the idea of who people think you are vs. who you actually are once the layers of obfuscation are peeled away. Yet still, people are still salves to believing in what they believe.
  2. Also getting back to the basics of words. In other words, I am back to reading. I have a backlog of texts sitting on my desk, but the opening act here in the ‘back to basics’ is to read a number of myths. I want to do one thing at a time in terms of reading. I think I got myself in a bad habit of reading multiple books at once, which led to me reading no books at all.

2.361. Getting Going

The struggle is real.

I am trying to get going and get my energy level up and firing forward. All I wind up doing is hanging out with family. There is a large place for that, but I also need a place for getting my work done too. This is my lifelong struggle. This is my Waterloo. This is my moment to decide how the next forty or so years go. I gotta get it right. I gotta get me right.

Let’s look at the tale of the tape: I’m low on ideas, big on excess fat and gluttony. Any good writer starts a project hungry. I believe the hunger is what keeps us motivated for lack of other motivations. I have stories–some good–but I also have a life that drains away a lot of the attention that ought to go to writing. Just moments before I touched finger to keyboard my mid kid wandered in to let me know how bored he was. My little always needs attention and my big is so locked into a world of video games that I feel bad not spending more time prying him away. This is without bringing up the coaching stuff (and the failures and hunger to be good at that). This is without looking into my own love of gaming and how much that has faded due to inability to put any real time and thus excitement behind the endeavor.

All of these reductions and I’m still struggling with getting going. In truth I feel like I am fading–finding less and less joy in the things that once drove me and finding less and less time to fix the problem. Instead I fall into TV show after TV show. Some are worth the time. Some are simply escape routes from what is real and what needs doing.