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Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Writing Again.

I have a story due on Friday (cough:Sundayafternoonmaybefirstthingmondaymorning:cough).

I haven't talked to the first person I'm supposed to interview...well, that's not entirely true. I talked to one fella who was gonna text me a contact number for another person that would arrange for me to talk with the people I'm supposed to be interviewing.

It's not uncommon for folks to be under the mistaken impression that this is my job...that it pays that kinda bread. They'll invite me to "come on by Tuesdee mornin'...we'll talk."

"Are we gonna talk about you hiring me because the only way I can come see you on Tuesday morning is if I quit my actual job?"

Maybe it's flattering for people to think that the magazines bigger than it actually is. Don't get me wrong I love the magazine and I'm compensated fairly for my time but, it's not Sports Illustrated.

Never mind that while I can breath through my nose again...I still feel like I've got a horrible hangover...a screaming dehydration headache hangover...a Subway Lounge hangover.


Anyway...same as last time...7:05 pm (Central Time Zone), 0 words.

5:15pm (CTZ), 0 words.

What? I'm strugglin' a little bit. It's not like I just wasted the last 15 minutes watching Tanya Tucker videos on the youtube...

or whatever.

I've got a plan and I'm workin' it.

5:36pm (CTZ), 8 words.

And yes I did just follow a link to a site called the scientific psychic...they promised figures on annual sports injuries. What?

5:50pm (CTZ), 8 words.

There were more words in the text I just sent Martha demanding that she try the bread pudding I brought home today than there are in my article.

I love bread an extent that would be embarrassing if I had the capacity to be embarrassed.

6:36pm (CTZ), 45 words.

The subject of the last sentence I wrote is a Martian...we'll see if it stays.

7:09 (CTZ), 51 words.

The fact that Freebird has become a kinda punchline in rocknroll is an injustice.

7:25 (CTZ), June 15, 86 words...

and 10 minutes wasted on Jay Z videos. Jigga WHAAAAT?

8:36 (CTZ), 89 words.

This is what I should be writing about anyway...

I hope our readers understand that there is a time coming in the near future, after a series of team previews, when you will have to choose an SEC team to root for in the's mandatory.

9:25 (CTZ), June 16th, 95 words.

Watching the Open Championship online (I could be watching it on the couch if not for this blasted chore...could be playing at my own club too. That's right resolution read right). The announcer just made a reference to Are-Kansas...and was quickly corrected by his colleague. Though I don't think that pronunciation is completely unheard of. Lucas Glover's a good'n by the way...he will dominate.


9:32 (CTZ), 93 words.

Y'all need to watch out for Bubba too.

10:05 (CTZ), 95 words.

They've just discussed Ricky Fowler as a potential rival for Rory...unless it's a contest for the most ridiculous looking person in sports, I don't think Ricky ready for all that.

11:08 (CTZ), 210 words.

Progress but, there's a tv hanging on the wall in this coffee shop and it is now airing an old Tarzan movie. Turn out the lights..the parties over. This whole enterprise is doomed.

11:18 (CTZ, 245 words.

Now Seergay's [sic] here. This is hopeless. Seergay is a professor at a local university and he's from Russia. Great fella...friendly and cheerful. He's busy talking up the young lady behind the counter right his distraction for me is not deliberate. It's his freakin outfit! I've gone cross-eyed. He's wearing a sweat stained orange T-shirt (heat index hasn't been below 100 for days), red and black plaid shorts, an elaborate fanny pack and argyle socks...d*** it MAN WHY?.....Why?

6:03 (CTZ), 314 words.

Took a break...who is it that could maintain this level of intense focus without a break?

6:46 (CTZ), 316 words.

How am I supposed to work when I've miraculously found a good Gator video on the youtube (great football team, awful youtube fans). I don't own the audio by the way ...but I'm interested if it's for sale.

9:16 (CTZ), June 17th, 435 words.

Moving along but with Phil moving up the leader's touch and go at best.

Just heard the unmistakable non-accent accent of a midwesterner yelling..."IN THE HOLE." Cretin.

1:00 (CTZ), 688.

I guess the intensity of my struggles have proved to be too much for some activity has come to a screeching halt.

Good for Clarke. Good dood.

7:48pm (CTZ), DONE.

It's out of my hands now. Thank cupcakes. That was the most tedious writing chore I've had since I took a Human Evolution course in my last semester at Millsaps.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Word Count

5:53pm Central Standard Time (zone 6 Zulu)


Approx. 1175 to go.

6:11pm CST (z6)


6:18pm CST (z6)


Update: Just got a 24 hour extension from the editor...who laughed at me.

6:34pm CST (z6)


7:05pm CST (z6)


Time to go home.

11:26pm (z6)


Friday, Feb. 18

3:34pm (z6)


6:42pm (z6)


6:54pm (z6)


7:02pm (z6)


Cutest sentence yet...the vomit inducing "That's why they call them farm teams."

7:18pm (z6)


Segues...I got yer segue

7:40pm (z6)

583 Clowns!

Halfway there...and that includes a smoke break.

7:49p (z6)


I am a's like I'm in a trance.

8:13pm (z6)


Now that the coffee-jerks (they aren't jerks but coffee-jerk sounds better than barista) know I'm being paid enormous sums of money to write they're trying to distract me by talking about records...pure avarice.

Feb. 19

8:50am (z6)


Yep...I shut the computer down last night without saving the last couple of paragraphs.



No trance-like state this morning...a slog.

11:40am (z6)


About 150 more teeth to pull.



How am I supposed to focus when there are so many TI and Jay Z videos on the youtube?

5:49pm (z6)


Obviously I am not just turning in a certain number of actually has to be writing and a lucid fact it's required. So, now I'm patchin' it together...smoothing it out.

Feb. 20

9:22am (z6)


Don't tell me you didn't see it coming...another extension. It only needs a proof-read.

Done yesterday before I said, less than 24 hours late. Soft.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011


I'm on the clock for an article this weekend. I write for a sports magazine that's published here in Mississippi. It's due Friday.

Of course, I've had it on my plate for over a month, but...get real.

I'm starting in earnest tonight...which means staring at my interview notes, googling, doodling, writing a sentence that gets scratched out as soon as it's punctuated, the pencil never leaving the page.

Frustration. I have no idea what to seems like I asked the dumbest questions, got no answers, don't know where to start...have no plan.

Then I remember it's just part of the process. I have to go through this stage..that these hours I'll waste scribbling cityscapes on a legal pad are as good as a couple of paragraphs.

Somewhere in the unreachable, lesser-caffeinated regions of my grey matter a story is coming together. It's like my mind is distracting itself so it doesn't get in the way of my brain.

Tomorrow we'll be counting words.