I’m not going to lie, I was supposed to write this earlier today, but I’m glad I didn’t. I was sidetracked in some personal drama that brought up the phrase too big to fail. No, I’m not talking about bailing out Wall Street banks, though I think the movie was excellent. But, think about the phrase “too big to fail.” I’ve been meditating on it all day.
What can be too big to fail? Countries? Certainly. Companies, certainly not. Humans? Relationships?
Life as a writer isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. (If you’ve seen the memes you know this.) There’s the agony of having stories inside of you and the inability to get them out of you fast enough. There’s the questioning of a blank page as it stares up at you, daring you to actually fill it with your own thoughts and words. There’s the procrastination as you do everything else on the planet other than sit down and write. These are all familiar and well documented. However, I want to notes another effect of living this writer lifestyle: Taking in the details.
We previously discussed — in a blog post as well a newsletter — that my friend and I go through the New York Times top 10 books each year. If you don’t know, these books are announced annually at the end of the year, lining you up perfectly to make it a New Year’s resolution or anything of that nature.