I wrote the Some Thoughts first. I didn’t have anything else to say really. When emotionally drained I find that I have little to put on the page. I have to charge up. I have to get to feeling out the world and seeing what there is to speak on. Sometimes I find a hot topic or a thread I am so anxious to pull. Other times I find myself staring at the timer and hoping for a brief bit of solace in:
Some Thoughts:
- I have this student who by all accounts has no business going to college at this point in his life. He’s obsessed with Rob Gronkowski. He knows that I’m a Giants fan and will find a way to strike up a conversation about Gronk as he does every week. He will do it with a certain level of smugness this week, comfortable in the knowledge that the Patriots stole one off the G-men today. Kudos for you, buddy. Kudos.
- I’m not in a very writerly way today.
- I was have convinced I should just drop these random thoughts, because that is all I could spool up once I started the timer, so I started with these in the hope something more would manifest.
- Four minutes into the post and nothing has managed to manifest, save for 134 words of nothingness. Some days are like this in the writer’s life. Some days are far more prolific.
- I have been thinking about the upcoming slate of kids sports. I’ve been thinking that I place way too much importance on such things, as if keeping them in sports is the only way to keep them off the couch. Perhaps it is the one way to keep me off the couch.
- Four minutes left and I still find myself sliding deeper into the nothingness of drivel words; empty words meant to keep the fingers moving and the brain spooling up, but at this late hour there is little left to spool. I suppose I should, at this point, cut to the beginning and construct some form of excuse as to why things are the way they are