Fog of War With Myself
I haven’t really written anything since January. It wasn’t by choice. Believe me. It’s never by choice.Read More
I haven’t really written anything since January. It wasn’t by choice. Believe me. It’s never by choice.Read More
I have never felt more mentally exhausted in my life.
Starting this on January 1st, the 365th day of the year, and all I feel is worn down trying to reflect on 2020. Some of that is the rum I had last night, but that’s more my body feeling like the bean bag chair in a college dorm that not once has anyone ever considered cleaning. Okay not that gross. Let’s back up.Read More
I don’t want to write about pro wrestling.
It’s not that I don’t have ideas. I have plenty! I could probably write for a website again weekly about pro wrestling should I choose to.
(Which I’m not choosing to, which I’m going to get at.)Read More
“Ideas excite me, and as soon as I get excited, the adrenaline gets going and the next thing I know I’m borrowing energy from the idea themselves.”
– Ray Bradbury
For the first time in six months I’ve had a huge burst of energy. Unfortunately, it happened at midnight. And I have to write something like that for the first time in six months I had energy.Read More
Winter feels like an excuse.
Every winter my motivation hits rock bottom and the days become a sordid haze of repetition. I get stuck in a funk I can’t really break. Every late December I sit in front of my computer trying to plot out my new year and when the date changes, not much else changes.Read More