Nope, not Eminem, me.
So I pretty much took the summer off from writing. Call it a hiatus. Call it me taking time to examine life. Call it me choosing to drink with my roommates and loosing focus. Or, just call me maybe.
But seriously, I suck at life.
I mean besides all of the really successful components of my life i.e. job, health, social-I suck at taking time to write.
I think I just want success to stare at me in the face like the “blind” beggar in the subway. Who, I know by the way, is not blind. I know b/c I stuck my foot out once and he stepped right over it. True story.
When I think about it, me and that blind beggar have a lot in common. We aren’t committed enough to our cause. I want to write for a living. I want to write for television. I want to control the lives of characters that I create. As I write this I realize I might have control issues, but hey, we all have our shit. My roommate is taking a pregnancy test right now.
Like that beggar, I’m not committed to writing. I need to breathe it. I need to wake up and smell the smoke coming from my mac because of all the typing I’ve been doing, and not the smell and whiskey and sprite from my glass on the night stand.
What I’m trying to say is that I need to be the beggar that trips over the foot. I need to commit so hard to being a blind homeless guy that when that foot comes out, I go straight for it. I have to want to trip over it. I have to taste the floor of the subway car. And what will the dirty, piss, vomit ridden subway floor taste like. Success.
So I’m back. And I’m ready to make some shit happen. I’m gonna be a blind beggar.
P.S.-The pregnancy test was negative. It’s always negative.blog comments powered by Disqus