I was going to write some fiction today, because I cooked up the idea of doing something similar to this but having it be a 2,000+ wordcount piece of fiction every day, but that seems almost wasteful, so I figured I'd just try out writing some fiction today instead of a normal post.

It turns out that not really reading any books for 7 months can cause you to completely forget how to write. I had all this wonderful inspiration built up and marched off to the library (where I am sitting right now) and sat down with vigor (if you can indeed sit with vigor, then clearly I did it) and then promptly turned out under 300 words in about 40 minutes.

And they were lousy words.

So I deleted them and now, instead of lousy fiction, you get to read me bitch about how much of a failure I am.

This guy is the guy from The War on Drugs, who I saw live recently and who were great. He releases solo work that sounds just like The War on Drugs but instead of swaying toward Bruce Springsteen he kind of sways toward Tom Petty on his solo work.

The story I was going to write was going to be about a group of guys going on a road trip and all the boring minutia of the last hour of driving. It was going to have a dramatic climax where the guys get to where they're going only to discover that a giant orange had fallen from the sky and crushed whatever city it was that they were heading for.

I got a trumpet, I know where to thump it.