My office is starting to get that cluttered feel again. This happens a few weeks into the semester, after I’ve spent time getting it looking all nice and putting everything away… somewhere. Then, needing to locate all that stuff or generate new stuff, I immediately create these piles of papers that I tell myself I am going to get to. I will, but of course that will happen just before the next semester when I am cleaning up again. It’s a vicious cycle. I’m not saying I don’t take pride in the cleanliness. I’m saying I cannot maintain that and still be on the grind. The grind, you see, is dirty. I stay grinding, so my office(s) stay dirty.
Feels like the world of writing makes a lot more sense when I approach it with that gangster mentality. This ought to be how I think and act moving forward. Writing is gangster when you really think about it. We are out here selling stories about experiences people don’t really wanna have themselves but wanna hope and dream about. What’s more gangster than that?
Some Thoughts:
- I’m kinda kidding about the gangster thing… but not really.