Well, it’s been a while since we’ve talked about the Portland Trail Blazers.
Casual rambles, short stories and poetry done casually
Well, it’s been a while since we’ve talked about the Portland Trail Blazers.
I have been writing non-stop for eight hours, guys. EIGHT HOURS. Some poetry over there. A post over there. Another post over there. And this post here, all about writing poetry, the limits I’ve found in myself, and what I’m going to do to surpass them.
I rarely write blogs like open letters because I find it unnatural, but in this case, there seemed no other way.
I spent most Monday doing a whole bunch of things. Writing was not one of them. I had nothing. I was empty.
You may have noticed I didn’t publish much last week. It’s not that I haven’t been writing—I’ve been writing a lot—it’s that I needed a moment to reflect on the art of blogging every day a little deeper.
I ramble about a band that starts with the letter G and why my answer is damn near infallible.
I am writing this to let any of my free readers know that they are not in fact crazy. I am password protecting posts. However, I want to illuminate the why.
About three years ago, I did something really, really, really stupid. I started a Patreon and made promises.
I hate being tired. It sucks. When there’s so many things to do, so many things to write about, exhaustion cuts through every consideration like a hot, but sleepy, knife.
Honest question, is it weird to think that a documentary deserves a sequel?