Summer Dwindling
Each summer I rack up an amazing list of wasted opportunities, unproductive mishmashes of scattered writing, files full of mindless ramblings all in search of effectual copy. I write a lot and read even more in order to continually perfect my game, but fall under the weight of the work, ineffectually stumbling back months later and wondering where to begin.
As writers many of us fall into this pattern, putting work down never to return to it or never able to quite pick up where we left off. Summer is the time for me to supposedly catch up, but life always gets in the way. Even my blog posts trickle recently as dissertation chapters take all of my time. Fiction and essay writing are relegated to brief meanderings as I focus all of my attention on one never-ending project.
While I just finished my dissertation introduction, so now I plan on writing more, updating old posts and returning to music, film, comics, and the essayistic scene of the crime instead of dropping in every once in awhile to write some random process filled bunk.
Such is summer -- a time to catch up, relax, float lazily down the stream -- all that tripe -- a time to work as diligently as ever toward goals, listen to some great records, drink some great beer, and continue shuffling along. If there ever was a time to keep on chooglin', this is it.
As writers many of us fall into this pattern, putting work down never to return to it or never able to quite pick up where we left off. Summer is the time for me to supposedly catch up, but life always gets in the way. Even my blog posts trickle recently as dissertation chapters take all of my time. Fiction and essay writing are relegated to brief meanderings as I focus all of my attention on one never-ending project.
While I just finished my dissertation introduction, so now I plan on writing more, updating old posts and returning to music, film, comics, and the essayistic scene of the crime instead of dropping in every once in awhile to write some random process filled bunk.
Such is summer -- a time to catch up, relax, float lazily down the stream -- all that tripe -- a time to work as diligently as ever toward goals, listen to some great records, drink some great beer, and continue shuffling along. If there ever was a time to keep on chooglin', this is it.
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