I have one of those weird relationships with time – I crave more of it do all the things I want to do, yet when given the opportunity I’ll almost certainly waste it by doing nothing for hours on end.
Yesterday, for example, I could have written for this website, worked on one of the many novels I’ve started, done some more work on my memoir, talked to old friends, sold some stuff on Trade Me… you get the point, the list is nearly endless. So what did I do, I hear you ask?
Of course I sat and streamed the entire Season 2 of Masters of None on Netflix. Now you’ll have to wait until Wednesday to find out what I thought about that but it got me thinking – if I leave things to my own lazy self then I’ll never achieve anything. It’s time to put this out there in the hope by going public I’ll shame myself into writing more. And losing weight, but that’s another story!
So starting today I’m instituting a daily blog – some days will be just a couple of words, others will be thousands, but I’m committing to putting my virtual pen to this virtual paper and doing what I desperately want to do but haven’t managed yet.
You can break down what I write about into a few general categories:
- TV & Movies
- General life
Handily there are seven things on that list and seven days in a week. Okay, that might not be entirely by luck – and by including ‘life’ as one then I can pretty much write about anything. But fuck me, give me a break. The intent is there!
While I try and come up with better labels for the content I hereby declare the following days of the week exist as part of You Had To Be There.
- Musical Monday – for my thoughts on music old and new (but almost certainly always old)
- Soapbox Tuesday – ramblings from my left-wing, liberal perspective
- Watching on Wednesday – this will be a little like my old Couch Potato blog on Stuff.co.nz
- Grappling with Thursday – for all my wrestling reckons
- Fictional Friday – books, some of my writing or just recommendations to read Chris Brookmyre? Who knows!
- Saturday Sport – with significantly less breasts than the UK newspaper of a similar title
- Sunday Life – whatever doesn’t fit anywhere else. Probably.
So there, dear reader, I have committed to you to give you something to ignore, skim over, ridicule or to not your head with every day until such time as I realise this was a terrible idea. So probably the end of this week.