Your author at work.
It was 10:30am Saturday morning. It was about half an hour since my wife had rolled out of bed. She was finally finding her words.
“How did it go?” she asked.
I thought real hard for a long, long time but I was baffled. I had no clue. “What in the name of Zeus’ butthole are you talking about?!”
(Side note: This is a fairly representative example of a typical conversation in the Taker household. -Ed.)
“Your blog post.”
Oh. Shit.
I have too many writing apps.
On an episode of Seinfeld, a comedian wakes up in the middle of the night and laughs. He’s thought of a joke. He scribbles it down on the handy notepad he happens to keep on his nightstand. The gag, of course, is that the next day, he can’t read the note and can’t remember the joke.
This is the example I’ve based my life upon.
This post is going to be meta. It’s going to be about process over form. You can go function yourself.
I realized it was my turn to write something. Again. What is this? A wheel in a gerbil cage? I sure hope I’m generating electricity for someone.
My post ideas were as scarce as the GOP enthusiastically supporting Obama’s initiatives and giving Hillary a thumbs up on Benghazi.
Hmm. What to write about? What’s been in the news lately? Guns? George Zimmerman? Jared Fogel? Ferguson? Amy Schumer’s orgasms? How we all survived yet another “end of days” with the blood super moon? (Thus earning participant ribbons.) Oprah buying Weight Watchers? Drake’s dance moves?! The TPP?
NO!!! I cannot do it.
nudge. wink. report. 