Some days you just won’t feel like writing. Today is one of those days. I barely got any sleep last night, I had a few meetings and did tons of emails in between, and I had a double workout day, first at SoulCycle and then a mountain / canyon hike. And now All I wanna do is sleep. But I made a commitment to this writing thing. 1,000 words a day, every day. Writing For Rodney. Seemed like a good idea at the time. But now, honestly, Im not so sure. Im having doubts about whether or not Im gonna be able to make it through a full year.

Well, that’s not totally true. I definitely *can* make it. But should I? Sure, I can toss off 1,000 words every day, relatively easily. That’s sort of what Im doing here today. But who wants to read this bullshit. Should I be publishing every single day? That’s the real question. Because while I can easily write the 1,000 words every day, the challenge is really going to be, can I up come with 1,000 words that I think someone might find wroth reading. This first month, to be honest, I have just been writing fluff and filler. Four days about why I love the UFC? Who cares? A bunch of days about how I got into motorcyclying. Who cares. Ive just been wiring to knock em out. I should spend a day writing a really in depth story about that time when me and my buddy Jordan did a motorcycle trip around Nevada and Utah and Arizona and ended up getting back to Vegas just in time for a big July 4th weekend UFC card at the MGM Grand Garden Arena. And how we need up buying coke form a limo driver and then met Andrew Dice Clay at a Tiki Bar and then ended up whiling the night away with some floozies, but how I couldn’t come because of all the cocaine and booze.

But wiring stories like that, and doing them justice, take a lot more than 1,000 words, and a lot more time and effort than Ive been willing to put ion this far. Which is why I guess Im stuck in this position now. Wondering why the fuck Im doing this and who cares.  See, Ive been leaving the word count feature on as I type, and Ive been keeping my eye on writing and trying to just get to the 1,000 words, rather than wiring what needs to be said. And clearing out my head. And that has me torn. Because Im Half assing it, but if I don’t, there’s a danger I might write two or three or four or even five thousand words in one day. And I cannot stack the words up, I made a commitment to go 1,000 words a day. Every day.  And so now I’ve got to make those words count.

Join 2016 when I made a pact to run 3 miles every day, that was easy. Comparitively, anyways. I knew that every day, day in and day out, I only needed to commit a total of 30 minutes to this, ahem, exercise. Sure, maybe some more, when you add up the time it took to get dressed, and the. To stretch after the run, and shower, etc. But it was always pretty much a set time. And it didn’t require any mental energy, and in fact it actually led to increased mental energy, which is one of the great side effects of exercise.

What it also didn’t do, was require me to share every step of it along the way. I made videos. Highlights. Took all the best parts of most scenic parts of the runs, and posted them every couple of weeks. So why am I committed to posting this writing every day? That’s a very good question, and one Im only finally getting around to asking myself. And one I’m only asking myself because Ive been sort of dogging it this month. I guess it’s sort of like when I started the running. I had all I could do to push myself through the 3 miles every day, and didn’t always push myself hard. But before lon g, it became routine, so I started going on longer and longer runs, to keep myself interested, and then I started tackling triathlons. Which meant I had to train biking and swimming. And even had to learn how to swim.

That still brings me back to having to share this stuff every day. Maybe I should create a new and separate blog, so I don’t jam up the jakerocksoff.com feed with a post every single day. Maybe Ill just post the really good shit up there. Or maybe that’s just a cop out, which would make it OK to just write crap every day. Maybe I just need to man up and write amazing shit every day. Easier said than done. But I’ll give it my best shot, I guess.

Im gonna need to come up with a lot of ideas. Which reminds me. If you’re reading this, maybe there’s something you want to know about. A story you heard about me, or heard me tell, that you’d like the deep dive on…? If so, give me a shout and let me know. Comment here… or tweet at me. Or call me. Or text me. Or just fucking shout at me the next time you see me on the street.

Ideas. Shoot. I only need about 340 more of them and then the year will de done. How hard could it be? And what’s the worst that could happen?

People have asked me for a long time if I was ever gonna write a book. My stock response has always been… Im too busy LIVING to stop and write. But it looks like that’s what 2019 is gonna be for me. Gonna be a lot of nights in sat at the computer, channeling my best HST, except without all the booze and drugs, because I don’t do my best wiring that way.

It’s gonna be a long year. But hopefully a rewarding one. For both of us.