So, I signed up for WordPress’ Writing 201 in the hopes of sharpening my writing abilities a bit. I have been starting at the screen on and off for a week and have nothing to show for it except a case of writer’s block. This is not fun.
Oh well, on to @Midnight’s Hashtag Wars. I can write those just fine.
Day six of Writing 101 asks who’s the most interesting person we’ve met in the past year. I’m sad to say that after wracking my brain for a few hours on and off that I don’t have anyone I can point to. This must be one of the perils of middle age.
So, instead, I leave you all with this, the intro the Batman t.v. series from the sixties:
The idea for today’s assignment is to just take 20 minutes and write. I wish I could. But I’ll let you all in on a little secret: I’m really, really tired. Weary, even. The worst part will be that I won’t be able to get to sleep in a few hours (it’s 10:17 p.m. EST right now). Grumble grumble grumble, I know. But still, this has been going on few a few days. I’m starting to wonder if I’m not a little anemic right now.
A little context is in order here, I suppose. I’ve never slept well. I had night terrors as a young kid, and I’ve been a night owl for as long as I can remember. I take Ativan (Lorazepam) to help me sleep most nights, and sometimes, oftentimes, it leaves me groggy. Still, this is different. Hmmmm, maybe I’m building up a resistance to the Ativan. Maybe I’m dehydrated. Or, maybe it’s something else. I don’t know. All I do know is that I’m a-draggin’. So, take me Morpheus, and hold me tight when you do! I need a good night’s rest! Heck, I’ll even hook you up with some of that Tooth Fairy money I saved from when I was kid. Well, ok, it’ll be my money, but who couldn’t use an extra $20?
Today’s Zero to Hero assignment is to “write that post that was on your mind when you decided to start a blog.”
What I had in mind was a post that would fit the title of my blog. It was going to be a short introduction similar to the one I just wrote.
That was in 2012.
I hemmed, hawed, and promised myself that I’d get back to it, and soon. That was two years ago. But then I finally took the plunge a few weeks ago and wrote down what was on my mind. Or rather, I wrote down as close an approximation to what was on mind that I could muster.
The result eventually became my introductory post.
The lesson that I learned was not to make the perfect the enemy of the good (enough). You just gotta start writing and not sweat the fact that it won’t be perfect. This is all a bit cliché’, I know. But like any cliché’, there’s a strong element of truth to it, knowhatImsayin’?
The Daily Post has come to the rescue and helped with my writer’s block. Specifically, today’s challenge is talk about Obsession. So with that in mind, here’s one of mine: Whenever I eat chicken wings, I must stack the bones neatly. It’s as if I’m making a tiny poultry pyre in order to honor the fowl who gave their lives for my dining pleasure. If I don’t, I get noticeably uncomfortable. It’s one of the few times my Prussian Blood overcomes the Chaos Gene that I’ve inherited.