Don’t Bother Reading This Blog Post
There are two ways in which I could describe my motivation for writing a blog a day. The first is the millionth monkey concept. If you have enough monkeys at enough typewriters banging away for long enough (sometimes expressed as “an infinite number”, but why be so abstract?) That’s sort of where I’ve seen myself up to now. It’s also sort of how I write poetry. I just keep throwing words into the mix until it sounds right.
But lately, it’s just not good enough. I’m tired of writing crap. I want to write something that sings, that uplifts, that inspires. Part of that may be my usual choice of material. It’s hard to really be uplifting if you’re writing about politics. The best you can hope for is persuasive. I’ve never really been very good at persuasion.
So, vision number two of the rationale for writing a blog a day is the Finding Forrester thingie. If I have a starting point and start in typing, eventually I will find my own voice and from there on out it’s just coasting downhill. So, I look for starting points.
This, of course, is the cheapest starting point of all. A blog about writing a blog, a column about how hard it is to write a column.
And I apologize to anyone reading this for, to quote Glenn Beck, wasting their time.
But I mean it entirely as filler, because I’m three days behind and need to put shit up in order to keep the timeline steady, in order to convince at least my wife that I’m serious about this blog a day thing.
That’s another part of the problem. The goal is to write a blog a day, but I get two or three days behind, without a great idea for an article because I’m swinging for the fences instead of settling for a base hit. (This particular blog post is an attempted bunt which has gone foul). I watch too much TV, I smoke too much pot and, before you know it, 72 hours is gone.
There’s another idea for an article. Too much TV.
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Hiya guru,
I think you’re wrong about this, and I think you may realize it: “If I have a starting point and start in typing, eventually I will find my own voice and from there on out it’s just coasting downhill.” When you start to find your voice and express your real self, when you put yourself out there, when you push your limits and allow yourself to probe and share the connection between your mind and feelings, when you allow yourself to express the doubt and uncertainty we all share, the highs and lows in living, that’s when writing first begins to get difficult. You may find the experience of writing is different for you. But I don’t think so.
Red Smith, one of the foremost sports columnists during the middle of the 20th century, the first sportswriter to win a Pulitizer Prize for commentary, supposedly said “There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.”
Writing one-sided, high-pitched screeds are easy. Taking potshots at political opponents is easy. Hiding behind an us vs. them mentality is easy. Spewing predigested talking points is easy. Writing what you feel and why is really fucking hard.