I write a good bit but don’t consider myself a writer. So what am I doing? Obviously, it would be good to know what direction I was going. At first, I started this blog to exhibit my photography. Words hadn’t been given much thought of at the start. But after 5+ years of rambling on, I’ve found it very fun and rewarding to put my thoughts down.
I started to think about my writing more when my father in law talked to me about his writings and wanted to share them with me for some inspiration. Then I thought about the type of writing I’m doing. Because the writing he has done is more short story related. I’ve never thought about writing fiction. I find it hard to even start down that road because I don’t think my mind likes working in that mode. It just doesn’t seem comfortable.
I don’t consider myself a storyteller. I’m just someone with a pile of disorganized thoughts and experiences relating some of them and the feelings and emotions they invoke or inspire or haunt me. And most of the time being inspired by a random thought or photo I’ve snapped.
I see other bloggers weaving these nice stories or poems or insights on life and I marvel and enjoy them greatly. And I’m learning (painfully slowly for you) how to not only write but create something with worthwhile content and style.
I’ve always marveled at writers that I’ve met and worked with over the decades. People writing on deadlines. Now that is pressure. Again, I’m not a writer in the publishing jobs I’ve had. I should have taken advantage of all that talent around me over the years. I certainly did a lot of reading through. One would think that it might help but I guess I’m a slow learner.
I’d still like to write a book for my children. I’d like to write about some of my professional experiences. I’d like to write about the special friendships I’ve shared. I could write forever about my better half. I thought about writing about my observations on politics but I’m not into the ramifications of sharing those opinions.
Each day I wake, there is no preconceived notion of what the fingers will put together on the keyboard. I take writing like life, a day at a time. I find it makes me think. It helps me stay on the positive side because despite how pissed off I might seem in real life I want to let everyone know life is a wonderful blessing and experience if you use it the right way.
Each day I hope to find or share an inspiration, maybe a thought that lights a fire for someone. Maybe something to make you chuckle or pause in retrospect about a similar experience. Maybe to just make someone think they can write also. I’d like to see my kids write. One because they are much sharper than their old man and as I listen to them they make a lot of sense and have some great observations of life themselves.
Well, its time to write me off for the day. Tomorrow I’ll work on some better writing. And maybe have a discussion with my Father in law about writing. I bet he would enjoy doing something new.
Random Thoughts of the Day
- I wonder what writing would be called if we started with the computer instead of the pen?
- I’m so glad my children take their health seriously.
- The things we accept as normal shows how little we care about life.
- It’s a good thing the keyboard makes my writing legible.