I Could Write a Book

Sometimes, it’s hard for me to believe I’ve been writing this blog since 2012.  I’ve written over one thousand (1,000) posts.  It seems like such a lot, although my brother has been at this blogging thing for much longer than me.

I didn’t know quite what I was doing in the beginning, but I relied on the wisdom of high school English teachers to guide me.  I’d write, read, re-read and edit.

Lately, blogging has been challenging.  I’ve struggled with ideas and how to present them.  I know that many people don’t read deeply anymore; if you’re reading this post on your i-Phone, this content may not even be displayed.  If I didn’t “hook” you into reading my first two sentences, you may never see what I write next.

This is the truncated world.

Then, there’s the notion that this blog should generate some income.  There are many ways to monetize things on the internet.  I haven’t found a way, although my commitment to regular writing here has helped me get paid to write occasional articles in the local paper.  Not much.  When I add up the hours, it calculates to about the minimum wage.

Some people think writing is glamorous.

Writing a book still seems glamorous.  I’m not a fiction writer; that much I know.  And I don’t think my own life story is interesting enough for a first-personal narrative or memoir.  But other men and women have lived interesting lives and their stories are as yet, untold.

Do some research, cobble it together, write and rewrite.

So that’s what I’ve been thinking about while I’ve been on “blog vacation.”  That and I haven’t made “dinner” for Handy in a while.  The lawn needs mowing and my tomatoes need to be staked.  There’s a garden tour in the Augusta area on Saturday calling my name, too.

Balloon FlowerI could write a book.

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2 Responses to I Could Write a Book

  1. Loosehead Prop says:

    If nothing else, though, your occasional blog posts are small notes, letters you would send to your many friends to show them something that you thought wise, wonderful or beautiful. Sundrops, for example.
    Of course it would be more delightful to handwrite them out on dense, luscious paper, ever so lightly scented, to feel them folded thick between your fingers as you licked the sealing glue, always its own taste good or bad, and firmly applied the stamp. It would be even more delightful to your recipients to find these little solid bits of beauty amidst the sales flyers and printed statements of the daily mail. But then you would have to write dozens of them a day to reach all the friends one of your blog posts does, and you can even add photos taken that very sunny or snowy morning to the blog.
    That alone is its own good. As you search for your daemon, your calling, never forget the beauty you create right here and now.

    • In many ways, the blog has been my “letter to the world.” I always marvel when I see friends who don’t read my blog and they ask “how have you been.” I am incredulous and it’s difficult not to scream “don’t you read my blog?”

      A letter-writing ministry would be my calling, in a perfect world.

      Thanks for the encouragement and kind comment, LP.

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