So, I’m back.
“But Paul, it’s only been a week since you last posted. I didn’t expect to hear from you for another six months…”
Touche. Well played. I deserve that. Historians will look back on this as my ‘prolific’ period. <sarcasm>
Here’s the thing. I don’t really have a great topic today, but I’ve re-committed to writing. So here I am. I shared in an earlier post that most of the time, for me, I get an idea, and let it percolate in my brain for a few days, and then, the words just sort of spill out through my fingers, to the keys, and to the page here. I try to guide and shape the prose, but the thoughts and ideas are mostly done. Right now, not so much. I’ve got a few competing ideas that may turn themselves into something, but they haven’t yet become fully formed. I’m seeing a pattern develop around the phrase that it doesn’t matter what, but it matters that… In this case it matters that I’m writing. I know I’m not supposed to compose at the keyboard (Call back to American Thought and Language at Michigan State University circa 1983-84) but it’s how I do this. And also, to confess, the only time I have a pen in hand these days is to sign a credit card slip. I would like to be able to write in a paper notebook, journal, etc. they are more portable that this laptop, and more ‘romantic’ if you will. But, will, in the years since I left college, I’m completely dependent on the keyboard if I want to read my own writing. There’s another practical consideration too, this blog isn’t scripted, or pre-outlined, other than in my brain. I just rather sit down, and …well stream of consciousness share my thoughts. I think that if I wrote in a paper journal in that fashion, one of two things would happen. 1, the words you see here would be less powerful; strong, I’d have another opportunity to edit/filter fix…whatever. The second is I simply wouldn’t transcribe them (more likely).
So, this is what you get. Me. Raw, Unfiltered. Genuine Draft. Sorry for the last one, and apologies to Miller/Coors.
I re-read the first post I made here, and was reminded that when I started this, I did not have the intention of making this the story of me, and I am committed to that. I have an idea for a work of fiction. I don’t really know how to write fiction, but I am going to give it a go. We’ll see if it meets my standards of quality, and I can post it here.
More words to follow.