There is irony at play here as I write a daily blog and go on about how the 24 hour news cycle is turning nothingness into story and diluting the attention of the viewers and readers. Truth be told, 6 out of seven days of my blog are utterly meaningless. I am guilty of the same stuff I preach about stopping. Okay, maybe my ten minute rants can even be a model of exactly how long it is okay for someone to say just about nothing. Anything longer than that and we are destined to start hearing stories about giant poisonous weeds and space aliens. Okay that second one gets limited coverage, but the weed story was picked up by every major news network. After a while it started to feel like a viral Little Shop of Horrors revival campaign.
Lately I’ve had nothing to write, largely due to feeling a ton of sadness, stress, and sickness. I just don’t do well in this state. This does not change the responsibility of writing, and I have been working towards completing my drafts. Gotta keep grinding or it never gets done.
As for getting done and being done, it is hard to be a writer while you are sad. I want to be done. forever. This too shall pass, but as it hovers over me scythe in hand, it feels quite awful.
Some Thoughts:
- Funniest thing I’ve seen all day: Marvel Strike Force TV Spot
- I needed that laugh.