We all have the ability to write. One of my best friends is an incredible writer but he would never fantom writing for writing sake. I thought about writing for many decades before I decided to try it. I really should have been working on it all my life.
My 9th grade English teacher would probably roll over in her grave if she heard me say that. I think my parents might like that I try to write. Then again is my writing about nothing really writing? Well, who decides what is nothing and what is life and observations.
These days you don’t have to be a writer for newspaper/magazine or write a book or short stories. Like me, you can write away with abandon. Yeah, the audience is few but that is OK. If it was just my family I’d be a happy man.
And who knows, I might write something good someday. And even if I don’t its helped me. I slow down when I write. I try to think. I try to balance. I don’t always succeed but I keep writing. I hope to write about the many experiences I have yet to have. Today I got tickets to a concert for my better half and me to attend this summer. I hope to write about how special that evening is.
For the past 10 years, I’ve had the idea and half-hearted effort at writing a book to my children. I started and didn’t get very far on a book on living in the nocturnal world for periods of time in my life sprinkled with Night photography.
I always think about writing on how important family and friendships are and can be. And yes those can be painful at times also but the best is so rewarding and right that it outweighs the pain of the few that go sideways.
I write about getting old, about having a changed look at life after cancers. I write about hating cold weather. I have yet to write about how each Sunday makes me nervous because the Packers are playing and that is my Son and my favorite team. And yes we pull for the local Ravens team also but if its a Super Bowl were backing the Pack.
I haven’t written more than a few of the hundreds of wonderful experiences I hope to have as a grandparent. Or for that fact the wonderful experiences of being a parent. And yes I could probably fill a few bookshelves with mistakes I made in that. But they survived me anyway and did very well.
I haven’t written about my life in newspapers. No, it’s not that exciting. But I’ve watched a lot of exciting things. And I’ve had a view that few had until recently.
I don’t know if I’ll ever write about some of the mistakes I’ve made in life. (that would fill a few isles in the library). Sometimes I start to write about a friend who has passed and I feel its too personal to share. But sometimes it feels good just writing it.
I thought about writing about the special group of guys who played ball at Hammond Village. I thought about writing about how awkward I felt growing up.
Each day I sit and either a photo inspires me or a thought races across my mind and my fingers at the keyboard and I blog away that day. So it’s nice having the freedom to write. It’s good therapy for me to be more positive.
Random Thoughts of the Day
- Being a Maryland basketball fan takes a lot of medicine to get through some nights.
- I’m getting much better at not wasting time being mad.
- My day was a success. I made a child smile repeatedly.
- If I didn’t work so hard during the week I’d be a lot less tired on my weekends.
- I wonder if I’ll ever ride a motorcycle again?
