One for the challenges of being a nonfiction writer is that you can’t tell half of your friends when you’ve finally gotten published. Chances are they did something stupid you spent several weeks of your time and talent judging them for it.
“Art means not having to be useful.” -ZS
But when the time came, and I chose to close my notebook and lace up one of my three pairs of running shoes, I discovered that the hope was nothing more than that—a wish for an untrue thing to be true. Honestly, I have to confess, I’m not sure if I like actually running or if I just prefer it to sitting in front of a blank sheet of paper attempting (and failing) to be special.
We made it to 100. Thanks for hanging out.
I cannot write because I have a cold. I need to conserve my energy.
Getting through the morning took a full day’s worth of effort.
“Look, if I had healthcare then I would seek pharmaceutical methods of handling things, but I don’t, and that means I have to be creative in my problem-solving.”
There comes a point when you realize that when Jesus said “Go and do likewise,” he was not referring to achieving national levels of fame before your thirtieth birthday. So it seems that I am off the hook there.
At the height of his fame, Jesus only had 12 confirmed followers and I am not clear on why I should feel obligated to surpass him when I have no intention of saving the world.
The difference between being famous and being normal is that famous people have figured out how to market their mediocrity.