I miss writing here at Cracked. I honestly didn’t think I would. In my daytime gig I get a fair amount of creating done. At the very least, I get a great deal of “copying and modifying the work of others so as to appear an original thinker” done. Unplugging from my virtual, blank, white pages sounded like a lovely idea but it’s not working out that way. The truth is I’m addicted to this more than I thought I was. If I was a writer I think I could be content to sit and write for long stretches of the day for many days at a time. Not being independently wealthy and holding down a day time (and sometimes night time) gig that I love I don’t have the space to write like I might. That’s not me groaning, just me thinking about it out loud.
Or in print, I suppose.
I find myself stuck with a bunch of ideas that land on me all week, memories, reflections, thoughts worth contemplation. Inevitably I keep saying to myself, “Ah! Write about that on Friday…” The list grows and when Friday comes I just stare at the list and like the mosquito in the nudist colony I just can’t figure out where to start. Which leads me to the sad state where I end up blogging about blogging. Or I do a little, “Here’s what happened to me this week….” entry which is ALWAYS boring.
So as long as you all promise not to tell the Elusive (who never told me to stop to begin with) I’m going to post more regularly. I’m also working on some longer stuff and I have no idea where it will lead. I’ve talked long and hard with the Elusive about writing a book (she says I should) and we go ‘round and ‘round (I say I have nothing to write a book about) and I keep coming back to things too long for normal blog posts but some that’s just right like the little bear’s porridge. I don’t want to write a Christian book. Anyone who has ever been in a Christian bookstore knows what I mean. These are not normal books. I don’t mean to show disrespect any Christian book writers, hey, you’ve written a book, not me, but I find them, at least 90% of them, the sad memorial to a tree’s life. Mostly they’re like the old Billy Graham Evangelistic movies that they show at church where 98% of the movie is about a father and son on an outdoor hiking and canoeing adventure that almost ends in tragedy but brings the two closer together than they’ve ever been and then in a sudden, jolting and disconcerting conclusion the father and son wander into a convention centre beside the car rental place where they’ve just returned the jeep they rented for their adventure and both of them run to the front just at the last second to ask Jesus into their hearts as Billy leads them in a prayer from the stage.
Not going there.
I find real life far more fascinating and the pulse of the eternal seems to always be beating just under the surface if we slow down, take a breath and live in this moment we find ourselves in.
And that’s what I’m thinking about today. How about you?