Heeding Merlin Mann‘s advice, I decided tonight to listen to the clackety noise (NSFW language) and see what came of it. I think it’s true that my writing doesn’t really come to me unless I am actively doing it. Most of the things I produce in length don’t start anywhere but in a simple text editor or notebook. My thoughts and ramblings would probably end up more coherent if I started with an end in mind or with some sort of outline but just doesn’t seem to flow that way.
Been thinking for a while now that I might want to write a book. I have an idea in my mind but no real direction and no real place to start or finish. Maybe this is a start.
I have to think that my college experience isn’t anything out of the ordinary. But then again, I may be wrong. If it was normal then we’d all have a Craig. And a John. And a Trevor. And I’m almost positive you don’t have any of them much less all three under one roof.
For an extended period of time, the four of us shared residence in a loft apartment above a print shop in the downtown area of our alma mater’s city. If I had to guess it was 5000 sq/ft and combined we occupied about 1/4 of it. To say it was a bachelor’s pad would be an understatement. If I had to label it, I would lean towards calling it a bachelor’s paradise. We could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted and never have to worry about bothering anybody but each other. Drive golf balls in the living room? Check. Drive golf balls off the roof down the street? Check. Music louder than a club at midnight? Check. We had full reign, we were the kings. We had the place everyone wanted to be at and if it wasn’t for Trevor, they probably would have been. (more…)