I am trying to write more, at least trying to write again. Writing for my church blog has been a reminder of the joy I first felt in publishing my early journey. I never blogged for fame but I always wanted to be read. I wonder what I will leave behind when I say goodbye to this current existence. I write to leave something behind. I read old posts and laugh, because my I have changed since 2002 when I started blogging.
As I said before, I started this revival while writing for the church blog at UU Jackson , then at Friday Vinyl. Friday Vinyl, my music blog, actually started because I had time on Friday’s to stop and buy a new record, and after buying the record I began to sink into the memories of the songs. I have thoroughly enjoyed the process. I needed something more though. I needed a place to share everything else. The church blog is not appropriate for politics and Friday Vinyl is not appropriate for non-music related topics.
About that time I bought a domain and started this space. I have considered over and over again what to add to this blog and when to add it. I have decided that my posts to this blog will not be scheduled, and will follow no specific thread. I will post as ideas come up to post.
I love writing, I love it because it reminds me of divine creation. When I type the words, or write them on paper I have created something that before did not exist. The words and the ideas rattle around in my mind, then I channel them through my hands and they are birthed onto the screen. My words are like children, they are part of me but I know as soon as I put them down they will take on meaning of their own. I can argue for authorial intent but let’s be honest the written word is alive and when read people join their minds to it and create something new.
My struggle with writing tends to come in two ways. The first is emptiness, separate from writers block. I struggle with the void. I read many blogs and posts that have no actual content to them, people write because they are paid to or because they decide to not because they have something to say so they say nothing. When they write they ignore the void, I don’t know if I can do that, I don’t know how to write if I have no topic.
It is hard to define the next struggle. I begin with a direction, and the goal of about 600 words, I find that 600 words later I am entrenched in a struggle to get to where I am going. Maybe I can call this problem, focus. I sat, right before I started this post, to write about a book I have finished. I had to stop when I realized that the post will have to be expanded to two parts, and I will have to rework the material I have created have created only a seed, and I am struggling to guide the growth, while letting it flow naturally. If I don’t guide the growth there will be 1500 words staring you in the face, and no one wants that.
Keep reading, and let me know you read. I would like to know what you create with my words, for when we read I consider the words of Bradbury through Faber “You play God to it (Fahrenheit 451).”