It’s Friday so why not a flashback here on Ruckerpedia? Only this is a flashback to something I wrote back in July but didn’t actually post. The theme still applies, so I leave that part intact, but I’ve updated it with current events. Naturally, this would be filed under self-pep talk.
Funny thing about being a writer: if you don’t exercise your writer-ly muscles regularly, they tend to weaken. Although I write daily (such as in social media, which shouldn’t, and doesn’t, count), I don’t write creatively daily, as I know I should, so I am in constant fear of what I like to call writer’s atrophy. I’ve experienced this in the past during different writing hiatuses – syntax gets bad, diction gets compromised, and the overall ability to get the flow of creative prose to be at a minimum degree of just barely articulate becomes…challenging.
Yet, I have this personal website as well as a companion blog. >>> EDIT on 10/21/15: as well as my journal of creative nonfiction here for some of my word-spew. <<< Recently, I’ve pretty much stepped away from all my journalistic interests and activities that have dominated my writing output the last three years. Quite simply and rather bluntly, I need to cut the bullshit. Spend way less time on the Interwebs being an info-junkie, spend much less time in social media and, in turn, spend more time writing from the wealth of fiction that I’ve created over the last twenty years, while also creating from the bottomless well of new ideas that is always burgeoning within.
So, yeah. Write? Or flight? The obvious translation is: shit or get off the pot.
Well, I intend to take a big ol’ dump this weekend. However, with any luck, it won’t stink. Too much.