This blog is part of my 38 before 38 series. I write a blog for every single day for the 38 days leading up to my 38th Birthday.
I am suffering from whole body infection. I do not have any idea what to write about. So I am writing about being sick. This sentence has been written on my phone, while I am on the toilet.
This might disturb you, but the things you do for your craft. Writing is hard. Especially if you have not done it for a year. It is not like I don’t have any ideas. But those ideas require research work. Something that is not conducive to a daily schedule.
One might ask how can I write well without research work. Well the goal right now is to write, not write well. So I have to get in 300 words, no matter what. No matter how I feel. I should write down fluffy pieces like this so I can focus on more substantial work.
But working on pieces like this would require 2-3 days of work, to output 2-3 days of fluffy blog post. Which would put me back to 0. Just writing this to fulfill the series requirement is in it self a pain. Especially in my current dehydrated state. There is a fog in my brain. It is hindering whatever tiny ability I have.
I wish I had thought this through more. I should have written down more ideas before starting. However, if I was capable of this, I would not be in this mess. This whole series would not need to exist at all. I don’t even know if my practice would continue. It lasted 2 years last time. I don’t know how long it would last this time.
They can’t all be home-runs.