I Found the Time to Write Somewhere Between My Anus and Margaritaville
Posted on January 9, 2014
People often ask me, “Where do you find the time to write?”
And the answer is, I got lost once trying to find my anus, stumbled into Margaritaville (where Jimmy Buffet is always playing) and I found a pen. That is where the journey began.
In the place between my anus and Margaritaville, time stops, responsibilities fade away, and all you need to provide is a word count. It’s beautifully, really. The stories don’t have to have a point, they don’t need to dazzle, all they need is a readable font. Some people are not interested in this kind of writing. Some readers do not enjoy A & M’s rituals, such as, “thought vomit”. Well, I suppose there are vegetarians that won’t eat filet mignon either, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop eating it.
Somewhere Between My Anus and Margaritaville is a utopia. A paradise. There are no customs upon entry. You don’t need a passport or a visa and you can stay as long as you like. It is not like that other place.
That other place known as…
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So, stumble into your anus and let it suck you down to Margaritaville. You just might find a blog idea there or some word vomit in a readable font that you can print on a page. Truly, the standards are that low and the feeling of accomplishment is still equally as good.
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