About Thin and Fun

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Thin and fun aren’t two words I usually place in close proximity. The older I get, the harder it is to slim down. Woe unto me. I’ll be sending the Sands of Time a strongly-worded letter.

So I’m writing this in about a five minute window between driving to Chicago from Ohio and having to go to play the songs for my supper.

I’m stretched thin with my time, and writing is actually a duty. Duty isn’t fun. Dodging duty has been my life’s work, so I can’t let this happen.

It occurs that writing itself isn’t the problem. I still love them words and will continue to vocab-stretch on the daily, along with keeping to my story-regimen.

What’s not fun is having too little time. I picture myself finishing my work in a cabin, ten hours a day at the computer with only the occasional break to fish or walk the woods.

Someday.

But not today. Today I’m busting ass to get to that day. I can smell the pine needles now. Point is, don’t let a less than optimal situation get you down. Or, if you’re going to be down, know exactly the reason. You wouldn’t want your favorite deal getting blamed for all the other deals.

Not cool, bro.

Have fun out there, and don’t spread yourself too thin. Cheers and see you after.