Survival Writing

I wrote the following little post a few months ago. I never published it. Today, I’m putting it out there for the public to record.

When I think things aren’t looking good, it probably means I have unwittingly spiked my punch bowl of motivation with an unhealthy splash of clear, extra dry, anxiety. Until I forced myself out of my bedroom and onto my bike for a quick ride with the  local bike club, all I had managed to do today was make oatmeal. Productivity is low. Shit is dark.

Even though productivity is low today, the neurotransmitter related stuff that a little vigorous exercise provides offered some respite from my normal self. With serotonin levels still boosted post ride, I pushed out a little post for Twigs and Tourniquets and had a little bit of fun messing around with voice, mechanics, and grammar.

T&T is great to have because I think that it fills a niche that is missing on the internet: Survival Satire.

With Bikesnob NYC as the model, Twigs and Tourniquets can be…

I don’t know exactly what Twigs and Tourniquets can be. However, I know that it won’t be anything unless I make it something. Such is life. I also know that my new job is writing intense. I must write to survive. I must write to survive.

I need to get back on the bike.