I woke up with this really great idea for the blog but then I didn’t write it down and now, a great deal of time later, I’ve got nothing. I still have ten minutes to fill and it feels more chore than championing writing. This is the dark side of craft—when your brain is all dried up and that’s the best you can offer by way of excuse and Minecraft is the best you can offer by way of creativity.
I’m back in the office on Monday.
It feels like it’s been a long time but not nearly as long as needed to make me feel like I’m reset. Instead I feel like my heart is roiling with unresolved issues (primarily teaching and coaching based). I watch my kids and miss what it felt like to have no responsibility and be able to bury yourself completely in a game. I think that’s what is happening with Minecraft, though I wish it was happening with stories again.
Well, I managed to write something, if slowly.