Procrastination Is A Bitch
Procrastination is a bitch. I've had ideas of creating a new blog since I canned my last one almost two years ago. Every time I write a new blog post for work, I wish I could be sitting down at home, writing one for me.
It's now after midnight. I have to be up tomorrow at the butt-crack of dawn to feed my five-month old, wipe the shit off his ass (I love him to death, don't get me wrong), shower, complete my Spartan-esque physical training regime, and eat something (also part of the regime) before bringing my son to the babysitter and arriving to work early or on time. So begins a 14-hour work day which includes an 8-mile run and another late night. I will not get home until this time tomorrow.
I don't fuckin' care how long it takes me to finish the first post of my blog. I don't really care that it's written spontaneously. There will be a grammar error and a spelling error somewhere. Most people will not read it. The title of my blog is okay, it could be better.
The fucking point is: if you want to do something, fucking do it!
This Is The Beginning Of A Beautiful Friendship
I don't care how beautiful your blog looks. Mine's just fine. I'm starting with this. If you take offense at my language or subject matter, go fuck yourself.
I'm a pretty direct person, when you pull off the layers. I can be a nice guy, most of the time; but it's mostly just formality. I'm a good person. I'll kick your ass if you're gonna hurt somebody. I'm good like that.
I try not to make promises I can't keep. So I'm not making any here. I'm just writing. A writer writing is a happy and frustrating thing. It's like giving birth: though I know I'll never do that, I've watched it happen.
I am a writer. I found that out some time ago and never wanted to stop. I was a pretty kick-ass artist as a kid, might still be, but that fire went away when I heard what my words could do. There is music; there is power that the one who penned the "mightier than the sword" cliche was getting at. And that's a cliche. So fuck it.
The dishes are dirty. My son is sleeping and it was either that or start writing. 99 out of the 100 times I had this opportunity since five weeks ago when my Outlook reminder first popped up and said "Create a new blog" I've chosen the dishes. Not tonight. Not tonight.
I was watching "24" just now. Season 2, Episode 10, 18 minutes, 15 seconds in. I had been glued to the TV for all of Season 1, after which I realized it was not a good idea to do it again.
I read this quote that said: "To do the same thing over and over again and expect different results is the definition of insanity." I think it was Einstein. I'm not looking right now. You can. If I continued my usual routine, I can't ever expect ever to write anything.
Robert McKee, renowned teacher of screenwriting, author of "Story," a book I worshiped in university, often noted the good screenplay takes a good six months to write. Straight. Full time. I once wrote a documentary for a Hollywood producer. It took me one and a half years, part time, while I went to college and juggled two jobs. That's kind of why I've been putting that off. My treatments (summaries of films) have been sitting on my computer collecting dust. And I wake up in the morning with a new idea for each of them. But don't write them down. And dream of selling them. But they are not written yet. They are not even near to being written.
Today, is the first day of the rest of your life. What the fuck are you gonna do about it?
This is what I'm doing about it.
Enjoy the blog. It try to cut the bullshit and I've been thinking of making it a writer's reflection on writing. But I'm not making any promises.
Goodnight. It will be some time before I am done promoting it and finally go to sleep but enjoy your beauty sleep.
Feeling a little better now.