the problem is that i’ve been trying too hard.  that’s what it is, see?  i’ve been trying so hard to make sure everything reads perfectly, sounds exactly the way i want it to.  i edit the life right out of everything i write before it’s finished, before it’s even started.  that, my dears, is why i don’t write anymore.

instead of writing, i’m going to try typing.  i’m just going to sit down here and start typing until i stop, until i’ve said everything i can think of about whatever it is i’m saying.  like how on the nights when i know i can sleep in, i always say to my coworkers, “i’m going to go home and sleep until i wake up.”  despite the fact that, technically, everyone is asleep until they wake up, my coworkers seem to understand that i mean i’m not going to set an alarm.

i’m not going to set an alarm.  i’m going to type until i wake up.