To complete something–from start to finish–is difficult.
Since high school, I can draw a line from aborted project to aborted project. It is easier to dream something up and never bring it into the world than to execute an idea and go through with it. Ze Frank calls it brain crack, describing the notion that the idea in one’s head is so amazingly great that one’s real-world actions could never live up to it. So the brain feeds on it, gets addicted to the Platonic form of this awesome idea, puts it on a shelf called “one day.” Ze’s solution is to act on the idea immediately, and thrust it upon the world, kicking, screaming, and covered in viscera. (“Well, blood and guts,” says Juno.)
It is in that spirit that I start this blog (my fourth, but who’s counting) and muster the resolve to post daily. Barring daily, regularly, but should that regularity falter into irregularity, I shall summon the spirit to which I am appealing now with this initial post.
This is perhaps another potential casualty and addition to a long list of aborted projects, but hopefully this one will go as it has entered the world: kicking and screaming. «»
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