“Words, words, words.”—Hamlet, Act II, scene 2
I spent the weekend finishing the first draft of a presentation I’m giving at a conference this weekend: words and slides. The slides need to be finished by today, so I can send them off to the organizers. Then what happens? Regular readers will know: In the words of Cole Porter, “you rehearse and rehearse.” Well, if I don’t follow my own advice, who the hell will?
But I have another hourlong presentation to create this week—for my 12-week-long Writing Unbound program on Thursday. We’re in the homestretch now—Week 9!
And a tricky revision for a client.
And this daily blog.
I’m grateful for all of it: grateful for the anchor client; grateful for the writers who trust me to guide them on their journey; grateful to the conference organizers who invited me to share my thoughts on courageous communication.
And I love writing; really, I do.
“The lady protests too much, methinks.” — Hamlet, III:2
But at this point, I’m running out of steam. So you get a short blog today because my brain has apparently gone on strike. It’s all, just “words, words, words”—Hamlet’s answer to the question: “What do you read, my lord?”
If you asked me right now what I’m writing, you’d get the same answer. And that’s not good enough.