These days, I write a LOT.
I write blogs. I write newscasts. I
write announcer copy. I write commercials. I write instructions to
people. I write those history video pieces I do. And this weekend,
I even wrote another newspaper article.
I really DO write a bunch.
I'm not complaining; after all, I
wouldn't mind being a writer when I grow up. But the sheer amount of
it these days has kind of taken me by surprise. And my reaction to
it was kind of surprising, as well. You'd think that spending hours
a day writing blogs and news and scripts and newspaper article would
make me throw up my hands in disgust. But nope.
When I'm done with one thing, I'm
wondering what the next will be.
It's weird. It's like I'm on some kind
of crying jag, where once I start I can't stop. Except in this case
I'm not shedding tears, I'm typing. I really can't explain how or
why it's happening. It just is. It's kind of cool, too. I just
keep pumping things out and pumping things out and pumping things
out.
I'm just hoping it continues. I'm just
hoping I won't one day, in the middle of writing bad jokes about bars
in Marquette, suddenly hit a wall and realize that I'll never be able
to looking at a keyboard again without having some kind of violent
reaction to it.
That wouldn't be very cool.
So for now, I keep writing. Maybe, one
day, I'll look back on everything I've been churning out and be
amazed. Today, though, I'm just accepting it as part of the new
normal.
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Speaking of writing bad jokes about
bars...
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