Once again, it’s been far too long since I’ve come here to write. Again, that’s not to say that I’m not writing. Nor is it to say that nothing has been happening. Both of those things are so far from the truth. Continue reading
Throughout the posts on this blog, I’ve shared a lot about myself, my desires, and my thoughts. It’s clearly a very personal blog. It does not, however, cover everything I think about. There is so much more that goes through my mind on a daily basis that I don’t mention or share here, mostly because it isn’t possible to say everything I’d like to say. Continue reading
It’s been weeks since my last post. I didn’t intend for so much time to pass between posts, but there were (and are) reasons for this gap. Continue reading
Up to this point, I’ve published 34 posts on this blog. This is number 35. I’ve posted enough that taking stock now seems appropriate. Although it’s not a ‘proper milestone’ like 50 or 100, I see it as a good time to reflect on what I’ve written, the progress I’ve made (as much as ‘progress’ is quantifiable), the topics I’ve written about, the number of views and followers, etc. Continue reading
While I was studying at Grove City College, there was an admittedly strange tradition during the week of final exams. One night during that week, at around 10pm, a group of students would gather at a predetermined location on campus for what was called ‘Primal Scream’. Those who participated would gather and simply shout for a minute or so before returning to the books or going to bed. It was a means to get out the frustration and angst of hours spent studying for exams and writing papers. Leave it up to Grove City College students to organize something called ‘Primal Scream’. When I think about it now, I see it as akin to an anarchist group hiring a board of directors. Regardless of its muddled form, I participated a few times. It was a good release of the frustrations that built up around finals time. Plus, it was fun to gather with a group and yell for no reason for a few minutes.
Here’s a riddle for you: What do you call a writer who doesn’t write?