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. Continue reading
Welcome to September! Danger lurks ahead! Starting today for the entire month I will write and post something here every-single-day. At least that’s my intention … so long as my laptop and Internet access cooperate. I know you’ll be happy to know most of these entries won’t be the lengthy extravaganzas the earlier ones have been (averaging 1000 words each). Instead they’ll be shorter and more concise. Just a few thoughts usually at most.
It’ll be interesting how you my loyal readers will judge these shorter posts vs. the longer ones I’ve been inclined to write. What would you prefer? Shorter and more frequent? Or longer and less often? Please leave your comments below. (If you don’t see them below, depending on how you arrived here, just click on “Comments” above the calendar.)
Let this be my science experiment for the 30 days ahead. I hope I and my laptop can meet the challenge.
30 days … 30 posts!
The first — for this the first day of September — is just one click away. Click >>> here! <<< and let the good times begin!
Hello friends! It’s been a long weekend. My laptop AC adapter died early last week for a second time in just three months leaving it — temporarily anyway — a large paperweight. Anyone who really knows me will tell you the sad reality
of just how lost I am without my computer.
Every word and then some is true! Happily relief is on the way but it might not be until next week when it’s up and running again. Thanks to a local library I’m able to get online.
Without my not-so-trusty eight-year-old Mac laptop (whose battery no longer holds a charge) the last few days I’ve had to resort to old-fashioned paper and pen, as my overwhelming need to scratch the writer’s itch held me captive. Continue reading
The Smith Corona - Just Like my Mom's
I’ve been wondering lately, “What happened to my mother’s old typewriter?” Darn I wish I knew! No doubt she gave it to a friend or a family member. I sure would love to have it now! To put it in the corner of my den (if i had one) in homage to an era long-gone and to the instrument where-all-this-began.
By ‘all this,’ I mean my inclination to want to write. Back then it was “typing”. Whether it be a letter, a list, school work or banging out useless nonsense I was a typin’ fool! How many times I must have typed The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog. From the time I was a young boy, eleven or twelve years old — maybe earlier, I would spend hours in front of that Smith Corona Super-Silent. Looking at the photo above floods my mind with memories.
Quintus Horatius Flaccus was born some sixty-five years before Christ and died eight years before the Savior’s birth. Known in the English-speaking world as Horace, he was the leading Roman lyric poet during the reign of Augustus the first Emperor of the Roman Empire. “Carpe diem” or seize the day and “non omnis moriar” are all Horace originals from a long time ago. In Horace’s poetic style he expressed his personal and emotional feelings. In his world lyric poems did not have to rhyme, and even today do not need to be set to music or to a beat. “Perfect” I thought! I’ll be a poet in the style of the great Horace! No music and no rhyme, I got the time, let the writing begin!