“ It was my second week working at the paper where I began my editorial position. The company made aware when I started that the only reason I secured the job is that one publisher enjoyed my blog and thus vouched for me, even though they were overstaffed and under budget. The nature of my position evoked a lot of care, which in my head was pretty synonymous with anxiety. This Friday morning was the fifth time since I began the job that I’d thrown myself into a premature morning routine.” I wrote that in a story that you can read here , 1 year before I snagged a job for that exact reason. It was by no means and accident. I wrote myself into a character that I believed I could become and I think that it shifted my reality to create a fictional space where I existed as a man that I’d like to become. That’s one shortcut to my procrastination, I’ll call it precrastinating. Often, I’ll write about what I want to do before I ever do it. Sometimes, like here, as a long term goa...
I packed a bag and went looking for a story. I peeled open the pages of For Whom the Bell Tolls this morning and I was struck down by the gravity of Ernest Hemingway. Benjamin Franklin once said something like, "write something worth reading or do something worth writing"…and Hemingway sure managed to do that. The man planted himself in wartime Europe just to see another end of human nature. …The least I could do is get out of the house. It took 15 minutes to pack and have the hood of my white pickup truck pointed south. I decided to take a visit to The Keys. I had planned on camping out in my truck or stringing up the hammock until I became aware that EVERY ROADSIDE south of Florida City read, “no overnight parking”. It’s quite possible that the budget of those signs if redirected could fully establish a well-organized roadside camping system, or at the very least, a manned mission to Mars. With the actual campsites full, I scoured AirBnBs and found...