#72 Dispensing with fiction
Or “How I’ve come to terms with the fact that these posts are shorter/longer than 100 words”
Actual subheads? In my blog posts? Get out of here. Nah, I’ve realized after 71 of these things that I abandoned the 100-word conceit about 20 posts ago. And I shamelessly lifted the idea of writing 100 words a day for 100 days from some other dude on Medium.
Really, it’s just about writing, and making it a habit. I’ve been doing that, so there’s little point in shoving these posts under the umbrella of some sort of “project.” Writing is the project, man. I mean, I’m still going to continue numbering these things until I hit 100, just to say I did it. I’m not above half-heartedly milking this thing until I reach the finish line. I’m just going to be more casual with it.
If that makes sense. Does it? I don’t know.
Oh, about that blog headline. While I’m dispensing with the fiction that I’m still sticking to the 100-word rule, I feel like the idea of fiction itself is worth exploring here. I’ve delved into parodying self-improvement posts. I’ve also dabbled in poetry. But I haven’t written stories — the bullshit kind, I mean. I’ve done the non-fiction, stream-of-consciousness stuff to death, if you can count telling you about the time I ate Wendy’s (and hated it) a story. Which you should.
But wouldn’t you prefer it if I lied to you? What’s that? You wouldn’t like that at all? Well, you know what? I’m flying this plane, so strap in, Bucko.
(Editor’s note: You are your own person. You have free will. If you’re not smelling what I’m putting out, you don’t have to read it. Sorry if I made you think otherwise.)