You’ll have to forgive my post here, I am trying to break out of a writing slump.
With that in mind, I was attempting to think of anything beer-fun I could post to help my slump and for some reason a scene from Point Break popped into my head.
It was a scene from a party and the “Ex-Presidents” were telling surfing stories. I remember one involving beer being flung around but I couldn’t remember if it was generic movie beer or actually a beer.
Let’s see:
Oh okay, it was a Corona, man. Good to know I guess. Hopefully this will free me up to start writing more relevant beer posts again.
By the way, their biggest surf debate is dated. It is now, definitively, Nazare: in Portugal:
I am not a long-form writing kind of guy so it makes sense that I have nothing even worth mentioning – as far as the North American Guild of Beer Writers is concerned anyway.
After reading through all the winners, one thing is clear: they looooove love love long articles.
Lots of words = good blogging.
Blog or newsletter creativeness? BORING! Long stories with puffy and fussy words? Sign NAGBW up!
Am I bitter and longing for acknowledgment? I don’t think so? Maybe subconsciously. But if I am being honest, I get inspired by lack of acknowledgment. Makes me want to post even more.
The NAGBW does have ONE category I would have a shot in: Short Form.
Appropriate that their short form category has the least amount of award winners: three.
Was three all the entries they had or do they just not respect that category enough to even bother posting more? ??♂️
Maybe next year I can convince them to create a “Kinda Cool” blog or newsletter category.
Anyway, like I said, I kind of get-off on the people considered the best in the field, not giving a shit or not aware enough to know what is happening on the small indie blogs.
When you’re a never-award-winning blogger and newsletter writer, sometimes being an unknown crank is all you have.
A classic from Ozzy that makes all of us beer drinkers that wake up confused and hungover thinking there is no WAY I alone drank all my beers, feel seen.