The process of starting a business is a daunting one. The lazy metaphor would be quicksand... the more you struggle to find footing, the quicker it sinks away from you.
I feel a bit lazy today.
But they say that life doesn't give you something until your ready for it.
So there's that.
One particular problem seems to repeatedly strike: the difficulty in translating thoughtful images into words. Yeah, yeah, I know... the perennial struggle of the author. But this one seems a bit more persnickety and devious, like trying to explain to a tourist which way to the interstate is quickest. There isn't a lack of intelligence on either side, it's the dern words that muddle it all up. I'd just point, but after three or so points it just starts looking hopeless; I'd go with, but it might seem insulting. Besides, it's a bit more difficult to mentally go alongside and show the way.
I think...
Anyway.
I've been fiddling around with my other website: failurefactory.org -- I've been trying to build a "comprehensive yet accessible" explanation of improv as a "welcome to my page, don't hate me for sounding like I know what I'm talking about, but just go ahead and pretend that I do," but as I re-read the results (which, by the way, went from bone dry and painstakingly concise to feeling slightly pandering and almost too long for comfort in a mere four hours), I was struck by how agonizingly long it takes to spread a condensed truth thin enough to see through comfortably.
Brevity may be the soul of wit, but it's pretty much useless if you have to explain what the words mean.
I found a silly little poem on my phone, today... it'd been long enough since I wrote it that I had to take a second to make sure I didn't disagree:
astronauts
and sci-fi writers
are never truly fatalist
no matter how much
they try to convince you
they are
