Sick of Myself
I've been at this blog since November 12, 2007. At least one post a day...sometimes two.
As my college buddy Rosie described my writing career:
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, freaking blah."
When I wanted to be a writer a friend of mine, Zane, said:
"Shut-up and write."
I listened to him. So many words.
And the thing about it is that I'm trying to condense the words I'd written into a few hundred so that we can make a book about Thoughts of a Common Man.
I thought it would be fun.
It's not.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, freaking blah."
Yet there are certainly a few realizations. I had never re-read anything. Write it, hit the button, let it out there. Re-reading your own stuff is weird. But truth be told, I've laughed at a few lines.
I recruited a few friends to pick out some of their favorites - Thank you Barb - and then I set in to reading.
--- It's weird to watch the kids grow up during the time set aside for the blog.
--- The pain is all right there. Wide open. As honest as I can be.
--- I'm real obnoxious when it comes to the 27-Time World Champion, First-place, greatest franchise ever, New York Yankees.
--- I don't like Lance Armstrong.
--- Friends, Family and Love have prominent roles.
--- I'm real tired of myself about now.
But I can see the vision of my publisher. The people who work there are the real talented people.
My contribution:
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, freaking blah."
As my college buddy Rosie described my writing career:
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, freaking blah."
When I wanted to be a writer a friend of mine, Zane, said:
"Shut-up and write."
I listened to him. So many words.
And the thing about it is that I'm trying to condense the words I'd written into a few hundred so that we can make a book about Thoughts of a Common Man.
I thought it would be fun.
It's not.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, freaking blah."
Yet there are certainly a few realizations. I had never re-read anything. Write it, hit the button, let it out there. Re-reading your own stuff is weird. But truth be told, I've laughed at a few lines.
I recruited a few friends to pick out some of their favorites - Thank you Barb - and then I set in to reading.
--- It's weird to watch the kids grow up during the time set aside for the blog.
--- The pain is all right there. Wide open. As honest as I can be.
--- I'm real obnoxious when it comes to the 27-Time World Champion, First-place, greatest franchise ever, New York Yankees.
--- I don't like Lance Armstrong.
--- Friends, Family and Love have prominent roles.
--- I'm real tired of myself about now.
But I can see the vision of my publisher. The people who work there are the real talented people.
My contribution:
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, freaking blah."
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