That's Just How That Bird Sings

The main reason I don't write on here very often is the fact that I am a perfectionist. I feel this innate need to cover every aspect of whatever I am discussing, which often results in many asides, tangents and possibly even footnotes. Go to the bookstore and pick up a copy of House of Leaves, you'll see the kind of thing I'm talking about. Now, in order to make myself more productive I am hereby giving myself a pass. I'm sure that it would help you see where I'm coming from if I describe in detail my entire childhood, but it's not really needed and I am going to just have to accept that. At this point I actually want to ramble on and on about procrastination versus writers block and the article that I read that gave me this whole idea but, I won't. Thank you for listening.

1 comment:

Joe said...

Hey you old douchebag. Happy birthday and all that jazz. Just talking about you the other day. Drop me a line and let me know how things are going. I see you have a new Ickes. Email address is on the website.