I’ve been meaning to write a bit back here at the home blog, but did quite a bit to start the White Sox season. I hate to say a couple of my regular blogs over here kind of got put on the back burner, but I hope to get back on the good foot. I like to use this blog for my other interests and passions, to explore other topics, and discuss other, more personal topics too.
A good place to jump back in on this blog is to share about something that has been on my mind quite a bit lately. I think the best way to describe it is, I’ve been thinking a lot the past week or so about writing. I know I’ve written about writing before on this blog and if you check in on the Sox blog, you know I’ve been doing quite a bit of writing lately. No, I’ve been thinking about doing more writing if that is at all possible. Well, I’m trying to squeeze even more out of my writing time, my creative time than I do now.
It is a bit of a victory, quite frankly, that I’m recommitting to writing more even as my output is the highest it’s been in years, especially if you count academic writing. I find myself thinking how awesome it would be to write full-time. I’ve been thinking of the year and a half that I spent writing my master’s thesis. I generally would wake up around 9 or 10, make my way to the cafe I worked at for a cup of coffee, a newspaper and bagel. I’d get back to my kinda crappy apartment and watching something on TV that inspired me. I remember deliberately choosing stuff that put me in the right frame of mind. Then I would go over to my kitchen table and write, long-hand because at the time I didn’t have a computer. I relied on the computer labs on campus for word processing. I also remember that my goal was seven pages, every day, more if possible, but no less. Usually I’d finish in a few hours, just in time for a bike ride and then off to work at the cafe for the evening shift. If it wasn’t the cafe, I’d maybe hit an AA meeting, or do something else until I had to go to my other job of being a night security guard, from 10-6, then I would sleep later, but otherwise it was the same routine.
That kind of lifestyle isn’t realistic anymore, but I’ve plotted out a helicopter view of my week and looked for the empty spots where I could put in a little more time. More importantly, also kind of like I reported back in January, I’m still committed to writing a larger project. I kind of slowed down on that as well as this blog as I was focusing on White Sox matters, but now I feel like a bit of a balance is within reach. I also like sharing this with all of you. Somehow, checking in on my process, or lack thereof, makes it more real, more like a contract. It’s good to be back.