If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll notice most of my tweets revolve around three distinct things: Quotes from people I like, retweets of semi-appropriate Zach Braff comments, and basketball. That’s pretty much it. And the truth is, in my heart of hearts, I am a baller. Like, for reals though.
Recently I read Stephen King’s autobiography On Writing and I’ve come to an important conclusion: When I grow up I want to be like Stephen King. I should clarify. It’s not because I want to write about demon clowns or other scary stuff that makes you fall asleep with the light on. I don’t want to do that. That’s not my thing. First off, I’ve never been to Maine, and secondly, the story It has forever ruined the circus for me. (Thanks for that, Mr. King.) What I do want, however, is his work ethic. King knows how to churn it out. Book after book. Year after year. For King, success is finishing one project and getting started on the next. He knows how to keep on running.
*This post is from a couple years ago. I thought it was time to add it to the new blog.
A while back I went surfing with my friend, Paul, and we saw something you never want to see as a surfer: a fin protruding out of the water. It was ominous, like a full moon creeping out from behind the cover of clouds. I had one of those “deer-in-the-headlights” kind of moments where you know you should move, but you just can’t. You start thinking of the movie Jaws and also the ridiculous amount of time you dedicated to watching Shark Week and your stomach turns. Thankfully, it wasn’t a shark, just a dolphin making his way through the warm currents.