Here’s the thing about writing – it’s hard.
And I don’t actually understand how it happens. You, and by “you”, of course, I mean “me”, have all of these words at your disposal and I picture them stored on shelves or in some massive filing cabinet in your brain. And something inspires you to put your thoughts down on paper or on a computer screen – sometimes it’s a whim or a lingering idea, sometimes it’s a deadline that has to be met – either way, it’s time to start assembling.
And you can see the words floating in the air and you start to pick them out, or they start falling into place on their own. It’s a very strange thing. Sometimes they float into place, fully formed, as if they’re writing themselves into existence – effortlessly, musically. Other times, not so easy. The words are stubborn. Or lazy. Or unable to be found – frustrating.
All of this is to say, I’m trying to write a blog today because I live a life of routines and self-imposed deadlines. I like deadlines. And I like meeting them. It’s not going to change the world, mine or anybody else’s, if I don’t hit my mark, but it matters. It’s a discipline. It’s exercise for the brain. Sound mind, sound body and all that. So first the blog and then the gym.
And now, as I sit back for a second, I realize I‘ve written my blog. Or it wrote itself for me. How about that? I highly recommend this writing thing. I do. It helps you become more comfortable with words. It helps you become a better communicator. It challenges your brain and keeps you mentally fit. It’s an activity and entertainment for one that you can do anywhere. And it’s free.
Nice.
A word after a word after a word is power.”
– Margaret Atwood