Well Met

November 04, 2009

Well met.

I’ll tell you what. I have now started this blog with three separate sentences, and it is only now–right now–that I ..am ..not…resisting every urge to delete everything and start over again. I’m almost sure that if I stop typing, I will.

…There. Sometimes you just have to let things stick.

I’m tired, sick and etc. But (and I’m already deleting and rewriting again) things have happened which I wish to chronicle, and chronicable things don’t chronicalize themselves, or so we said back in Confusing Academy (our school motto was: “wait, no–look! Behind you! just…There. The time? Blue!)

Mozilla is helpfully trying to remind me that chronicable and chronicalize are not actual human words.

God. See. I just wrote a bunch and then deleted again. I"M SO TIRED! I can’t even get the words right. It’s like a bad dream.

I’m tired. Last night was the first in nearly forever that I felt good enough to stay up writing. So I did. And it worked. I finished a chapter, something which I haven’t done in a long time. It turns out all I had to do was cut what I was working on in half, and all of a sudden it worked, and I had a chapter and half just about finished.


Todd Rogers