Weekly Musings 106

Welcome to this edition of Weekly Musings, where each week I share some thoughts about what's caught my interest in the last seven days.

A quick announcement: I've collected the second year of these musings into an ebook. It’s titled, and don't be shocked, Weekly Musings: The Second 52. That ebook is a thank you letter to each and every one of you who reads this letter. You can grab a copy at Gumroad. It’s a free download, although I’ve set it up to be a pay-what-you-want deal. You’re not expected or obliged to pay anything, though.

With that out of the way, let's get to this week's musing.

On Analog

For what seemed like the 100th time in the last couple of years, I stared at an empty text editor window. My fingers? They refused to move.

I was working on a paid writing gig, one that had a due date approaching with the speed of a cruise missile. Even so, everything inside my head was clear. The ideas just weren't coming together. The words weren't joining into larger whole.

Once again, I wasn't hearing the stories as clearly as I once did. I wasn't seeing the ideas and the words and the sentences coalescing into their final form. And, once again, I seriously considered throwing in the towel and giving up this writing thing for good. This time 'round, that wasn't an option. I had a commitment. I had a deadline. Money was going to change hands. It was too late to back out.

So, I shut off my computer and grabbed a pocket notebook. I squeezed open a binder clip and locked it into place at a top of that notebook to hold it open. Then I uncapped a pen and started writing. What emerged from that pen was nothing fully formed, more a mix of sentence fragments and bullet points. After about 25 minutes, I had several pages of scribblings. It wasn't an incoherent stream of consciousness mass, rather it was something I could use as the basis of what I needed to write.

With a deadline looming, analog once again rode to my rescue.

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