How I feel when I try to write on here (Pexels)
I’ll be honest. I don’t want this blog to be nothing but race recaps and other Formula 1 nonsense. That isn’t my sole interest, and I have a whole list of topics I want to discuss both here and on my YouTube channel, a list I’ve been adding to since 2020 with ideas from dissecting a 2000s visual novel featuring cannibalism to showcasing the uncomfortable Orientalism of the musical Miss Saigon.
But I’ve been stuck. I don’t have a lack of words— God (and my rough drafts) knows I have more than enough of those. Instead, it’s the static hum of self-doubt and self-sabotage keeping me at bay. I know the words are in me, but some supernatural force is preventing me from typing them all down. And it’s frustrating.
A look at my idea list
What doesn’t help is that I only have so many hours in the day. I work full-time, and my schedule isn’t something one could consider enviable. I clock in before most of the city is awake. I get home in the early afternoon, work out, eat, shower, and doze off before sunset in the summer. And inspiration doesn’t like to follow a schedule.
Not to mention I still have the YouTube channel to tend to. That in and of itself is a whole process, from writing to filming to editing. And the scripts don’t outline themselves; the captions don’t calibrate out of thin air. But if I’m going to ask for at least an hour of attention on a YouTube video, I owe y’all more than lazy thoughts and half-awake brain drops.
So here’s the compromise I’m making with reality:
Cadence over perfection. At least one post on non-F1 race weeks, plus shorter dispatches when inspiration hits me.
A mixed menu. I won’t just write F1 articles on non-race weeks. I also have takes on media manipulation, internet folklore, and the occasional piece of gossip. I might even retool some of my video ideas into written essays if I think they work better that way.
Public accountability. I’ll hint at my next non-Lazy Thoughts article at the end of each post.
I can’t promise perfection, and I won’t pretend I’m immune to burnout. But what I can promise is presence, regardless of what I write about.
I hope you stick around. See you for the next non-race week.
-F