An Experiment in Scotch

Events in scotch-land have come to a grind­ing halt of late, deserved rants on TFS notwith­stand­ing. I haven’t been doing much writ­ing for pub­lic con­sump­tion lately for a vari­ety of rea­sons, most of which include some level of lazi­ness and alco­hol intake. I’ve had the TFS rant jump­ing around in my head for a lit­tle while but other than that, there just isn’t much going on that I’ve felt like putting into thoughts, much less words. I am doing a lot of writ­ing for pri­vate con­sump­tion, i.e. it’s not worth putting out in the pub­lic eye. I bought this book quite awhile ago but like many things, it ended up on a dusty shelf col­lect­ing more dust.

In an effort to revive my rust­ing cre­ativ­ity, I picked it back up and in a fit of mad­ness or maybe drunk­en­ness, I decided to com­mit to doing the exer­cises each day for the next 366 days. Now, 7 days in, I real­ize the folly of my ways. Dis­ci­pline isn’t some­thing I’d ever try to con­vince any­one I was an expert in and already I’m won­der­ing what in the hell I was think­ing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I’m doing it and much like train­ing for a marathon (another activ­ity spawned in mad­ness or drunk­en­ness), once I com­mit to some­thing, I tend to at least sort of fol­low through. But I can tell it’s not going to be easy.

All that said, I am start­ing to feel like the groove is com­ing back to some degree. I’m hav­ing ideas dur­ing the day that I’d like to write about and I’m a lot bet­ter at keep­ing up with a day-to-dayish jour­nal. Now I’ve just got to find some way to sleep less that doesn’t involve cocaine so that I can write more. Maybe I could try it dur­ing the hour com­mute to work each day. Wouldn’t be the dumb­est thing I’ve seen peo­ple do on the commute.