About 300 Posts and Crazy

Post 300:

            Three hundred is a good round number. Nobly large. You’ve got your Three Hundred Spartans, your Three Hundred… well, that’s about it. But I like it—a number that signals a staying of the course.

            My blog is called Tylerhaswords. I haven’t counted them all up, but after three hundred posts, that’s a lot of damn words.

            Why so many and why not simply give it up? I believe in being good, and nothing will sharpen a man or woman like repetition.

            As an aside, repetition can also drive you a little crazy. If you’re doing something you really don’t like, do it three hundred times and it’ll become crystal clear.

            Trying to write well has put me into areas I never imagined going. It’s made me question my beliefs, assess my abilities all the way down. It can be a self-indulgent and narcissistic pursuit, but only if one is doing it incorrectly. Don’t get me wrong, there are great writers that are complete dicks, but those are exceptions. It takes a great deal of getting outside oneself to write something well.

            Luckily, the Olympics are on.

            Yeah, that was out of left field.

            But seriously, the Olympics give me hope that I’m not crazy. Scratch that. They give me hope that other people are just as crazy and perhaps crazier. When I think of the devotees to some of these nutty sports, things don’t look so bad. I may be typing myself into oblivion, but at least I’m not freezing my knickers off or hurling myself down a sheet of ice in a millimeter thick onesie as protection.

            Think about all the reps those folks put in. The chafing. I bet there’s chafing… Then get back to work with your thing. Whatever it is, there’s probably proper clothing and climate control involved.

            Cheers. On to the next three hundred. See you after.