In case you missed it go one post back, read the new (okay, old, but I finished it) story I wrote. You can be honest, tell me to give up all hopes of being a writer and stick to my day job. I can take it.
So anyway, I had lunch with a friend today and we were talking about being impulsive. How thinking of something is all fine and dandy, but actually putting a plan in action, whether it's something as small as thinking of getting off the couch to get something to drink or thinking about going for that promotion at work.
We were talking about how we (me and my friend, I know nothing about people in general) are so full of ideas but very little action. Like I've got a notebook full of handwritten first drafts just waiting to be revised and released into the wild, but I'm writing a blog instead.
We were trying to figure out why we don't do the things we want to do. It all boils down to failure. Failure sucks. Failure means that something we did, something we thought about and put into action did not work out the way we planned.
Like there have been a few things that have been bothering me lately, only because I didn't do anything. My brain came up with a thought, a plan of action, but it's like my arms, my legs, my mouth, my entire body shut down in defiance of what my brain wanted to do. In hindsight my brain had a good plan, a really good plan but then that gut feeling kicks in, that feeling that the plan won't go through, that ultimate horrors and humiliation await me if I go through with the plan.
Well you know what?
My guts have shit for brains (Yes, High Fidelity). It's like when it comes to that whole fight or flight adrenaline rush thing I don't do either, my brain just goes to mush. So I'm going to try something out, mostly because I'm tired of kicking myself in the ass for the things I didn't do. I've come to the conclusion that it's probably a better feeling to do something then fail then do nothing at all and have regrets. That and my ass hurts from kicking it so much, especially lately.
Yes, I know, this is stuff I should have figured out long ago, but I'm a guy, slow learner.
So from here on out, impulse, risk, chance. Starting with writing the story I thought of today, maybe I'll put it up here later. The last time I wrote 2 stories back to back? I don't think I can remember that far back...
So anyway, I had lunch with a friend today and we were talking about being impulsive. How thinking of something is all fine and dandy, but actually putting a plan in action, whether it's something as small as thinking of getting off the couch to get something to drink or thinking about going for that promotion at work.
We were talking about how we (me and my friend, I know nothing about people in general) are so full of ideas but very little action. Like I've got a notebook full of handwritten first drafts just waiting to be revised and released into the wild, but I'm writing a blog instead.
We were trying to figure out why we don't do the things we want to do. It all boils down to failure. Failure sucks. Failure means that something we did, something we thought about and put into action did not work out the way we planned.
Like there have been a few things that have been bothering me lately, only because I didn't do anything. My brain came up with a thought, a plan of action, but it's like my arms, my legs, my mouth, my entire body shut down in defiance of what my brain wanted to do. In hindsight my brain had a good plan, a really good plan but then that gut feeling kicks in, that feeling that the plan won't go through, that ultimate horrors and humiliation await me if I go through with the plan.
Well you know what?
My guts have shit for brains (Yes, High Fidelity). It's like when it comes to that whole fight or flight adrenaline rush thing I don't do either, my brain just goes to mush. So I'm going to try something out, mostly because I'm tired of kicking myself in the ass for the things I didn't do. I've come to the conclusion that it's probably a better feeling to do something then fail then do nothing at all and have regrets. That and my ass hurts from kicking it so much, especially lately.
Yes, I know, this is stuff I should have figured out long ago, but I'm a guy, slow learner.
So from here on out, impulse, risk, chance. Starting with writing the story I thought of today, maybe I'll put it up here later. The last time I wrote 2 stories back to back? I don't think I can remember that far back...