An Army of Excuses

For months now, I've been battling an army of excuses. Each excuse standing ready to lay its life on the line to prevent me from publishing anything on this site.

Like any fighting force, this army has its grunts. The grunt excuse is responsible for fighting on the field of logic. Strategically, they fight a war of attrition, expertly slowing every logical assault I muster by riddling the approach with endless decisions and considerations.

As soon as the grunts see an assault coming, they begin requesting support from the navy. Sailing the seas of emotions, these guys love to wait until I've tallied up a few logical victories before beginning their barrage. Shamelessly deploying weapons of mass hysteria, you do not want to let these guys get zeroed in on your emotions, else you run the risk of ending up in a depression.

However, years of experience have taught me to remain disciplined through these first 2 assaults. So mostly anymore, it's the air superiority defeating me with precision-guided strikes on my sense of authority.

Again and again, these forces have snatched victory from my clutch at the final moment. Even as I type this now, I feel enemy inquiries incoming. They take the form of questions regarding my syntax and style:

• How certain are you that this is all grammatically correct?
• How much of the punctuation on this page is in the wrong place?
• Do I know when I'm forming a complete clause?
• Am I really going to continue blindly flinging words together?

If that doesn't work, they'll remind me that I am nobody, and that it is mighty presumptuous of me to believe for a moment that I might be able to come up with something worth saying that hasn't already been said by someone greater than I.

Most days I'm losing a battle against abstract concepts. Will today be the day that I turn the tides?