Writing: The Last Refuge for Life’s Dumbassery

Are there any fellow writers who happen to be reading my blog today? Anyone floundering for direction, unsure of the difference between spinning wheels and making forward momentum? I think I’ve recently had an epiphany…

My life has been riddled with many conflicting inspirations, one cancelling out the other. I’ve always been scattered, nomadic by nature means moving frequently, changing career ambitions frequently… I’ll throw myself at some startup business just to find my enthusiasm fizzle before I can get anything lucrative off the ground… I once wrote a list of careers I could see myself pursuing, and ended with 47, and those are just the ones that came to mind in a few minutes… all of this scatteredness, though, I’m beginning to see may be something to embrace rather than fix. As a writer, every failed career change, every ridiculous life decision, can be channeled into a life lesson that could help someone else. If you’ve read this far, and have a similar affliction, maybe my words will help you find direction too:)

I am going to spend a few minutes each day checking in with a morning blog, and let it unfurl on its own. I intend to embrace the unknowns of my writing and write anyway for the next couple weeks, to cure this feeling of compelled to write, without knowing what I want to write about. Just to try something new. Because when the ideas flip and change and fold in on themselves in the privacy of my own mind, they aren’t going anywhere… they’re just one long daydream. My thought is that by doing a couple weeks of stream of consciousness, the direction I want this blog to go will become more obvious! Or at the very least I will know I’ve given it a try! If you’ve read this far, thank you for your time!

Published by The Dogwalker

It was the spring of '68 when I was born. There were visible stars in the sky that night, or so I'm told... Some days, I ride my bicycle to the farmer's market, hang my clothes to dry, and sketch or play my guitar into the evening... Other days, I stay indoors, drink too much coffee, eat canned soup, and critique endless reruns of "Law and Order." (It's fun to wonder how all the suspects have such perfect memories as to their whereabouts, or why the longshoreman isn't curious enough to get out of the forklift when confronted by homicide detectives). Do you have friends? (I have come to be leery of dating anyone who has no friends. These people always seem to have some far-fetched conspiracy theory or weird aversion to sunlight...) Bonus points to those who... appreciate a good pun or will give a gratuitous chuckle:) can find humor in not only the absurd, but esp in the mundane :)

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