Day: February 22, 2019

They really need to fix the publish button. I logged in today with a ton of confusion about what happened to 3.230. I wrote it, thought it published, and discovered that no such thing happened. This is not the first time this has occurred. I can only blame technology so far. In truth part of the problem falls on me for not being patient and thoughtful at the end of the blog when I should be. I’m rushing to click through and (usually get to class or bed) get to the next thing. Lesson learned, I suppose.

Some Thoughts:

1. Been exposed to the Zion hype machine. Most recently he tore through his shoe, leading to a minor injury. The hype train only intensified as folks are arguing that there needs to be a special shoe for Zion, because his feet are so powerful that normal Nikes cannot contain him. Or maybe he used the damn things so much that they wore out. Or maybe he had a defective pair. Stop the hype. He cannot live up to such hype. He’s being sold harder than LeBron.

The most difficult part in this writer’s life is the space in between stories. From the moment I end one narrative until I put word to paper for the next there exists this dead space in which all of that hope and potential swells, pops, and lurks in the emptiness of my mind. I am not good at starting and even worse and handling being finished. These things, critical to being a successful author, stand out among my glaring weaknesses. Presently I am efforting to deal with this issue. I’m working through the dead space in order to reach my next tale before that space stretches out into a vast void and I am lost until the lure of a paycheck drags me back towards writing.

I have stories in mind and I wanted today to be the day I sat down and wrote them out. Unfortunately, life and work and lazy mornings all conspired against me. So, here I am blogging about my maladies as a form of admission and hoping that the act of admission will morph into the act of correction, because there are stories that need to be told.