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Monday, March 19, 2012
The three guys who write podcast
The three guys who write (though not as much as they would like) podcast...
I joined my writing buddies Jonar and Matt in a writing podcast called two guys that write. Now that we all like my input and have fun the name has to change to the Three guys who write. It's a lot of fun. And sometimes it is all the writing I can get in a week, even though it isn't writing. I'm still thinking about it. And that obviously worked because here I am, writing late at night before bed just for a bit.
In listening to Matt explain how he can write in ten minutes I understood how I could use his method. Moreover I saw how I was making excuses for myself to prevent any writing at all. I think what sealed the deal for me was when Matt said, paraphrased, "Well you could write ten minutes and make it goo because you dont have any other time to write so it has to get done now, or you could wait for more time to write, which never comes." Which made me think about how and when I write. I dont. Though if I did write ten minutes a day at the end of the week I would have an hour in the writing bank, which is one hour more than I would get otherwise. My current method of complaining and making excuses hasn't gotten me very far.
So Matt, this blog post is because of you. And Jonar too of course because he facilitated this whole idea, which gives me hope for our little podcast; if it can help me get out of a rut, maybe it can help someone else.
While I recorded the podcast Loo recognized my moment of weakness, how I could properly defend myself. She took this moment to sit on my shins and attempt to paint my toenails. I tried to kick her off without making too much noise, but it didn't work. I knew that much when Jonar said, "It sounds like you are fighting a war over there Brian, are you ok?"
Towards the end of the podcast Loo started playing DOAX Beach Volleyball. And I was distracted by the jiggle physics. They are off in this game. Each boob moves independently in an unnatural way that is both distracting and off putting.
I guess that is it. Time for bed and sleep and all that jazz. I look forward to my ten minutes tomorrow. I will try to have something worthwhile to cram into that ten minute block. So... a reva derche as they say in New York.
I joined my writing buddies Jonar and Matt in a writing podcast called two guys that write. Now that we all like my input and have fun the name has to change to the Three guys who write. It's a lot of fun. And sometimes it is all the writing I can get in a week, even though it isn't writing. I'm still thinking about it. And that obviously worked because here I am, writing late at night before bed just for a bit.
In listening to Matt explain how he can write in ten minutes I understood how I could use his method. Moreover I saw how I was making excuses for myself to prevent any writing at all. I think what sealed the deal for me was when Matt said, paraphrased, "Well you could write ten minutes and make it goo because you dont have any other time to write so it has to get done now, or you could wait for more time to write, which never comes." Which made me think about how and when I write. I dont. Though if I did write ten minutes a day at the end of the week I would have an hour in the writing bank, which is one hour more than I would get otherwise. My current method of complaining and making excuses hasn't gotten me very far.
So Matt, this blog post is because of you. And Jonar too of course because he facilitated this whole idea, which gives me hope for our little podcast; if it can help me get out of a rut, maybe it can help someone else.
While I recorded the podcast Loo recognized my moment of weakness, how I could properly defend myself. She took this moment to sit on my shins and attempt to paint my toenails. I tried to kick her off without making too much noise, but it didn't work. I knew that much when Jonar said, "It sounds like you are fighting a war over there Brian, are you ok?"
Towards the end of the podcast Loo started playing DOAX Beach Volleyball. And I was distracted by the jiggle physics. They are off in this game. Each boob moves independently in an unnatural way that is both distracting and off putting.
I guess that is it. Time for bed and sleep and all that jazz. I look forward to my ten minutes tomorrow. I will try to have something worthwhile to cram into that ten minute block. So... a reva derche as they say in New York.
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