200 days ago this blog didn’t exist. It was a time when I would rarely set aside the time to write. Sometimes I would be doing other worthwhile projects but many times I would simply be passing the time. There were many lost thoughts and forgotten recordings of my life that I would like to have back but know that is never going to be the case.
There
have been days/nights when I have had a lot to say and there have been times,
like tonight, when I just start writing and hope that I eventually stumble into
something worth recording. That is how it goes when you post daily blogs… at
least that is what happens to me. This is a medium that is reflective of life
and sometimes it is interesting and exciting and sometimes not much is going
on. This is accentuated by the fact that I am generally not a very interesting
person and live a pretty simple life.
Of
course, there have been times of opinion sharing and other posts have been
about life and what experiences I have been fortunate enough to have during the
whirlwind of days. In one post I could rant about presidential selfies and BS
sign language translators while the next post could be about a nice little day
trip into the mountains. I prefer keeping a blog using the Forrest Gump box of chocolates
school of writing. Basically, if you don’t like what I have to say today just
come back tomorrow and there will be something completely Monty Python.
All
too often, and I have been guilt of this in the past, writers like to play the
equivalent of the creative or literary knock out game. Some people have a
perfect punch in their words and some of us get luck every once in a while but,
most of the time, we are all taking big swings hoping that one piece connects
with the audience. When it happens it’s a great feeling but it is also tiring.
And I mean a George Forman kind of tired.
By
writing daily, freely and openly, I have been happy to keep jabbing. Some hit
hard, some clearly miss the mark but I keep throwing my first out there in a
deliberate and constant way. Most of them make contact and keep me in shape.
This is a matter of endurance and just like running a race at some point you
are going to have to push through a wall, sometimes many walls. It the nature
of the creative marathon and one that is both rewarding and addictive. 200
posts later and I am still running.
