I’ve Got Nothing, by Michael Davis – Straight No Chaser #254

February 3, 2012 Michael Davis 1 Comment

I hate days like today.

I stay up all night and work I usually get into bed about 5am, read for a bit before I fall asleep and the next day I get up at around noon and start the cycle all over again.

This morning I went to bed at 5:30am but was back in my office at 10 am. THIS was a good start to my day! Because I split my day between writing my novel in my office and working on my graphic novel in my studio the earlier I get up the better I feel about giving each endeavor my all.

I LOVE getting an early start when I’m writing!  I was excited as all get up because I’m at the end of a particularly difficult chapter I was working on and there is nothing better than sitting down to write at the start of the day with the end of a chapter in sight!

So in the office at 10 and the first word I typed on my novel was not until 8pm.

Something kept coming up and prevented me from writing ALL DAMN DAY.

Case in point? This column you are reading. Right around the time when I finally thought I was ready to write I realized that I have to finish my goddamn column.

Yeah-I always wait until the day before to write my articles because I want my rants to be as current as Mitt’s latest lie.

So today was an entire day wasted.

Wasted.

What did my day of dumb shit that distracted me from writing get me?

Nothing.

I’ve got nothing.

No crazy rants about Donald Thump’s bullshit endorsement of Mitt Dickhead. No fire and brimstone over Mitt’s ‘fuck poor people’ statement. No outrage over New Jersey’s fat fucking governor saying that there should have been no civil rights bill but instead there should have been a vote on rather or not black people should have equal rights.

That fat motherfucker should let his family vote rather or not he gets to keep eating after yet another ‘all you can eat’ buffet bans him.

No-I’ve got nothing except the ONE thing I hate most in the world (outside of Herman Cain) the HORRIBLE realization that I have wasted a day.

I hate having my time wasted and when I’m the one that is responsible for wasting it, it drives nuts.

So, what to do now?

I simply can’t write, that creative boat has sailed. What’s that you say? ‘A good writer makes himself write.’

What the fuck ever.

This is the real world; a good writer makes reservations a bad writer makes dinner. I’ve got a multi tier book deal and one of my books has already been optioned for a TV show so spare me the ‘publish or perish’ bullshit.

I’m not writing squat if I feel like what I’m about to write is without purpose and I’m only writing so I can say I wrote something. I’d rather be miserable like I am now than play the ball up many pages and throw them into the waste paper bin to show I’m really struggling game.

I’m NOT struggling, I just wasted a day with dumb sit and I’m pissed at myself.

Publish or perish? Good luck with that, don’t put too much salt in that hamburger helper.

Sorry.

I’m a bit on the cranky side. I get this way when I’m mad at myself.

So-what to do? Should I go into my studio and salvage the rest of the evening by working on my graphic novel or should I grab a controller and play some video games or go to bed early so I can get up early and regain my enthusiasm for my book project?

So , NOW I’m wasting time trying to figure out what to do with the rest of the evening.

Shit.

After all this, I’ve still got nothing.

You know what? I don’t want to even deal with this anymore tonight.

I’ll deal with all this tomorrow because tomorrow is another day.

Yeah, I stole that. I’ll think of something original when I feel better.

Or not.