The Older I Get, The Better I Was

I thought today being Friday was going to be a writing day. Instead it looks like it’s going to be a mow the lawn, record a podcast, drink beers with friends kind of day. I think I’m fine with that.

The truth is, I forgot how much work writing is. Yeah, dumping out a word count is relatively easy, but the word count of a first draft and the word count of a finished project are two very different word counts. My biggest downfall is how little time I’ve spent writing over the last couple of years. Writing was another dream that couldn’t happen. It would never happen because, insert self doubting statement here. So fuck all that for right now…

Just like anything else in life, you have to flex the muscle. No one can deadlift 500lbs on their first try. And that’s really what the point of these blogs are. Just flexing the writer muscle. Pulling words out of my brain and pushing them into a word processor.

I have a feeling someone is going to send me a video of someone deadlifting 500lbs on their first try. To that person, you kind of missing the fucking point, aren’t you? Finding an exception to the rule does not disprove the rule. Why am I getting so defensive?

That’s another thing I like about writing these blogs. When I just let the words flow out, I discover something about myself. And so much for that right now…

If you want these, you better hurry.

I guess the Harambe 3:16 shirt was too controversial for the new t-shirt store, so I’m guessing the DJ Fist Fuck won’t last long either. Which is too bad about the DJ Fist Fuck shirt. I really wanted one of those.

I’m currently listening to Tetris by Doctor P. I completely forgot about this track until I was trying to fix a couple of iPads and my Apple library of music was on the screen. Lately, the only music I’ve been listening to is the Gorillaz latest album, or what Jim plays on his radio show when I catch it.

I think if the DJ Fist Fuck t-shirt doesn’t get pulled from the shirt store, I should release a DJ Fist Fuck album. Nothing fancy, just a few instrumental tracks, maybe one featuring Johnny Whitetrash on vocals. What the fuck am I even talking about?

The problem with being a musician is no matter how long you go without making music you still get ideas as if you were a musician. And fuck all that for right now…

I have a printed copy of Demon Vikings From Newfoundland sitting next to me on the table. I think I’m going to try to write another section of the Serial Killer project before working on the Director’s Cut version of Demon Vikings. I have discovered my writing skills are not where I want them to be to tackle the Serial Killer project. Then again, the Serial Killer story has been something I’ve thought about and worked on various times over the last six, maybe seven, years.

I have four different Demon Viking stories in my head. I think I’ll mash those out. I know I’m more of a short story writer than a long epic novel guy. Blame it on my ADD, baby. I had a strong urge to put a “LOL” in my blog, but damnit, I’m trying to be a professional.

The reason I decided to work on Demon Vikings is my wife told me it was a good start. That’s not as insulting as it sounds. My wife has read my writing, she’s the only one who ever read the original 10,000 words of Serial Killers Inc. before it magically disappeared. So when my wife says, it’s a good start, it means she knows I can do better. And I agree.

So why am I writing this when I could be getting started on an actual writing project? No really, why?