Trying to write at the end of the world

I always get to this point in a process of trying to create a routine, like writing an email about my life once every two weeks, when I get tired and bored. I have a draft about making the first bellhoss music video that I started a couple days ago (and that I’ve been wanting to write about this whole time, since I started this process), but putting my thoughts to paper feels so tiresome. Do you care to read about it? Do I really want to write about it? I blame being an impulsive Aries for not wanting to finish something I started. But here I am, putting SOMETHING down just so I don’t miss my self-imposed goal of posting. Did I think when I was 14 and crying about my sad teen life into my guitar that twenty years later I would have to write publicly about that? All I actually care about is playing music with my friends. But then all of a sudden I’ve got spreadsheets of college radio stations, emails with venues and webinars about copyrights. The world is a wild place, and I’m tired.

A sticker design that’s in the mail being shipped to me now