I was cleaning out the garage today and discovered my long ago Tupperware bin full of all my creative stuff from high school and college. While it was interesting, I have to say it was a bit disheartening. Not because it wasn’t fun to see what I had created or that I thought it was awful. I was just stunned by how much I created and then forgot about all of it. What happened to me? I used to write a lot and some of it was good and was funny. I’ve inspired me but can I get it back?
I know I’m not the only one who has done this. What I don’t know is if then they have gone on to write about it in a way that the person or persons which you don’t want to find out about the thing you did could easily find out about that very thing. So here’s what I did. I ate a bunch of cookies this morning. I know, not a big deal. But to cover my tracks, I went to the store, bought more cookies, ate some of those cookies, and then replaced the ones I ate this morning.
I was hoping by this time, something like 254 posts, that I would have found my voice. But alas no, I am still trying to figure out what this is and why anyone would want to read it. Why I would want to read it. I think it’s on the verge of becoming an endeavor that only exists for the sake of the endeavor. Like Cal Ripken’s streak overtook him as a player. He eventually sat down when he realized that his career was only about the streak and not his play. I need to find my play or sit myself.
Falling behind again. I have been putting off keeping up because I am tapped out. Really, all I need is one idea a day to keep this thing going but they are coming harder to come by. I’m sitting here staring at a computer screen knowing that all I am doing is writing to fill up blank space. As of the last period, I had written 58 words and need to put together 42 more. This is becoming a burden, something I really hoped it wouldn’t. Got to get inspired or at least find a rhythm to get in my daily 100 words.
Oh crap, once again I have fallen behind on my posts and so I have to make it up. This is getting embarrassing in that I am not being honest to the intent of the blog when I don’t actually post every day. I will make exceptions such as if I am camping or abducted and made a sister-wife by a homeless Utahn prophet. But even then I should carve my daily 100 on into my arm using a pen made of bunched pine needles. So, I’m playing catch-up – it’s a habit I must break. It’s called daily for a reason.
Hey look I’m linked! Well someone is linking to this blog. It’s the blog of my good friend Dave aka Comrade Crimson! It’s a great blog all about University of Utah sports – especially football. I don’t know how but he’s got podcast interviews with big wigs such as T. Boone Pickens. It shows how much the Internet has changed the landscape of journalism, writing, publishing, access and distribution. Not that interviewing a billionaire is the ultimate example of the revolution but given the fact that it’s current home page is full of half-naked co-eds picking football games – it’s pretty remarkable.
Every now and again I go through the “why am I doing this?” argument with myself. I don’t like writing about the fact that I don’t know what to write about today. I just don’t. I fully realized that I am lucky to have something interested to say maybe once a month. If it’s a particularly good month. The only reason I don’t just quit is that I have made myself a promise to go a year. 365 posts. 36,500 words and then re-evaluate. At that point, I either give it up or start promoting this thing. I could go either way.
Once again I got burned by a vacation. Well I didn’t get burned but this blog thing did. I didn’t do a damn thing. It’s not an actual problem because no one reads it anyway – other than Russian spammers who want me to buy yet more penis pills. I have to become disciplined when away from the routine. It’s pretty easy not to do any writing. I need to start thinking of the blog like a scene from Speed 4: Bloggageddon where certain doom will fall on unsuspecting citizens if this ordinary Joe doesn’t write exactly 100 words each and every day.