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Tag Archives: writing
I feel like a fraud. A zombie Steff in a fake world. I haven’t been writing. Haven’t had it in me. I’m on auto-pilot. Wake, skate through life, meet required time obligations, get the 40 hours of work in per week, plus the paid blogging, plus the client stuff, plus the rehab back appointments, plus… plus… [...]
On Twitter, I just described the sound float-planes make as “They sound like a riding lawnmower mated with a drunk bee.” It’s not the greatest thing ever, but for the first time in a while, I wanted to describe something, and it came out the way I was thinking it. You think that SOUNDS like a [...]
I don’t follow analytics much with my blog. You’re reading it. That’s all I give a shit about. Following the traffic, I don’t do much of that. I’ll check once or twice a month, see if my daily visits are holding up, and if there are massive spikes, I see what posts were near that day. [...]
I’ve fallen prey to the thing I caution others against constantly in writing: I keep thinking, “Huh. That’s a great idea. I’ll write about that later.” Then the proverbial “later” never comes. Instead, untethered, unrecorded, the idea dissipates, never to occur to me again. Experts estimate we think some 60,000 thoughts per day. We’re constantly thinking. We think [...]
I’ve been enjoying the reclusive life and doing a lot of solo exploring in small chunks since I’ve moved. It can’t, and won’t, continue for much longer but it’s been a brilliant choice on my end. It’s only now, clearly, that my desire to write is returning. I was sure this would happen sooner, and part [...]
So, I cracked the depression nut in a rant on the weekend that had a lot of positive response from people who’ve been there, with more than a few quietly thanking me for saying what needed to be said: People usually don’t choose to be depressed. Now, apparently my tone was full of “hate,” according [...]