First day back at school for my kids - first grade and kindergarten. I still have another week off before I go back on Monday. Most people get excited about the start of a new year - resolutions, goals, new mindset, etc. Bull crap, I say.

We watch a lot of football on the weekends. The strategy. The toughness. The grace. Seeing a group of players operating as one. And I couldn’t help think about how football is a lot like writing and the creative life.

Beginning the new year with finishing my application for the Circle of Confusion Fellowship, which is due on January 5th. Today I wrapped up my long term goals and explained how the fellowship can help me achieve my goals.

For Christmas my wife and I bought our boys a hover board. Not something they wanted, but it’s something they loved to play with when they visit their cousins in Chicago. My kids are a few years younger than their cousins, so every time they tried to ride their hover board my boys would fall on their ass.

The last week of the year crawls it’s way to a slow death. From Dec 27 to Dec 30 everything feels meaningless - especially in a year when society went on hold.

The best thing I can do during times like these is just put one word after another. That’s all I can control. That’s all I can muster.