If you've been a faithful follower of this blog since its inception in 2013, then one thing is clear: very few of my posts are short on words. Because I have always allowed others to speak more than I do, everything that I want to say in face-to-face discussion vastly manifests itself in my writing. With that said, it takes a lot of time and energy to get out all of my thoughts--often feeling like I still leave points on the field. Thus, mental fatigue sets in trying to say things pursuant to my unique perspective. The thought of writing just ONE blog post let alone three to four often causes my brain to have a narcoleptic episode, consequently leading me to shut down and crawl into my jumbo-sized cubby hole. So between the massive amount of police brutality cases, the shenanigans with the upcoming Presidential election and, of course, my favorite sport in the whole wide world, trust me when I tell you that I've had a whole lot to say about many topics; I just haven't felt like writing about any of it.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Writing the Ship
So as many of you may have noticed--or not--I haven't posted anything to New Problem Tuesdays in nearly a year. In case your curiosity may be overtaking you--and if it isn't, then let's pretend anyway--there are many reasons for my hiatus. Between the 9-to-5 grind, family life, my other side hustle (i.e. music) and various other distractions, the usual suspects can easily be lined up and questioned. However,there is a more heinous and culpable culprit who has prevented me from sharing one of my God-given talents and passions with you all: me.
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