The daily

I was letting myself cop-out today with the writing. I had written this drivel that was supposedly “stream of consciousness” but really I think it was just lazy.

I once read this book—I think it was called “The War of Art” but I can’t remember—that talked about disciplining yourself to practice your art even when inspiration has not yet struck. That’s actually the only thing I remember from the book… and there was something about keeping a pair of work boots underneath your desk and putting them on to write daily, even when you didn’t feel like it. All I know is that for the longest time after reading that, I kept my combat boots beneath my desk. I never put them on to write, though.

I remembered that passage today and erased the nonsense I had written and began this instead. Writing for the sake of writing… I think that goes against F. Scott Fitzgerald’s? famous philosophy of writing because you have something to say. I always kind of liked that philosophy, but then I talked myself into a 365 blog project.