I just started this 30 posts in 30 days self-imposed challenge yesterday and I’m already having second thoughts. Certainly my life, which is to say the least, a bit unstable these days is not the best situation in which one should add additional pressure, but I remain up to the task. Your 30-day challenge — should you accept of course— is, can you read ’em all?
I’m reminded of my favorite late-night talk show host Johnny Carson who once made a statement to a guest, in a semi-condescending way. Carson said he didn’t care that much who he had on stage with him every night, he just needed “warm bodies” to fill the guest chair. In the same way I just need warm subjects to fill my daily posts. But more than that I need to write something interesting and compelling enough that will bring my readers back for more. That’s the rub!
It’s been said writing is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration. This is true. Writing these blogs never come easy for me. Each one of them takes a lot of time, blood, sweat and yes often even a few tears. These posts consume hours of my time before they’re ever posted online. I’m detail oriented and I fret about those details. Much I suppose as does Steve Jobs (the subject of yesterday’s post) who worries about his products. It’s been said about Jobs, He was also a person that believed in the precise detail of every step. He was methodical and careful about everything — a perfectionist to the end. I can relate. In many ways that’s me, and it ain’t easy being me!
There’s great satisfaction in knowing that there’s an audience out there that takes an interest in reading about my experiences and thoughts. Someone said, being a writer means taking the leap from listening to saying, Listen to me! There’s power in writing. The latest statistics indicate people from 31 states and 18 countries have stopped by my little corner of the blogosphere. An amazing (even if I say so myself) nearly 2000 visits have been made here since I posted that first one 65-days ago. A pittance I know, compared to many of my blogging friends, but far more and from places more distant than I ever anticipated. Certainly having a friend in Paris helped on that one count as does a little self-promotion. Your visits are greatly appreciated and I thank you for taking the time and for your comments. (I’ve just come to the realization, were it not for this blog, and the other social media I dabble in, it would be lonely for me. How sad is that?)
If for no other reason I write these blogs for my own self-entertainment. I get to talk to myself often. I enjoy a conversation with someone interesting and of higher-than-normal intellect. So … I talk to myself. Seriously my goal is to write timeless prose, the kind that my posterity years from now will enjoy reading. While I have few answers — only thoughts and lots of questions — what really counts is to leave something of value behind. A little piece of me to those who might someday wonder, what was grandpa like? Older Eyes said it well in his first “Welcoming Post” when he wrote: if I was able to give [them] a view of the world through my Older Eyes, would it change their lives?
As always, thanks for stopping by. Two down, twenty-eight to go!