Yeah, overused title and all, but apropos of late. I know I have been remiss in my postings. Excuses? Sure. Who doesn’t have them?
New house, new job, new responsibilities. But who doesn’t have these things? A few variations, granted, but in the end it remains the remaining time in the day to park one’s buttocks into a relatively comfortable chair and begin to write. Again. And again.
My good friend Eric Alagan, at his superb site, Written Words Never Die, reminded me of this—in a way—when he wrote me and mentioned that he’d stopped by my blog, but found nothing new. He was a dear soul, a fellow writer, taking the time to stop by my site to see if anything new was up and about. I was chuffed by his comment.
Chuffed, yet alarmed as well. It made me wonder how many other people, who have perused my site in the past, had done just that; paused briefly to check in, to see if I had written anything new. New words, new insights, clever stories. But no. They stopped by only to find nothing.
What the hell is this rambling all about? Well, it’s about goddamn writing, that’s what. It’s about getting your (mine) goddamn ass into a chair and write. And if we don’t do that, how the hell can we call ourselves writers?
On that note, due to the unintended prodding of M. Alagan, I shall once again commit pen to paper, a keystroke to monitor, and produce something to ply online. Have I been writing? Yes. On napkins, on backs of envelopes, stray ragged papers, a torn receipt here and there. But not sitting down in a chair, composing something of length.
I have written this in one stretch, lying in bed, pissed at myself for allowing so much time to have elapsed since my last posting of my dear Pops.
If one does not commit pen to paper, every day, than the flow, the rush, the spark, is lost.
We all know many quotes from published authors, about the need to do just that. Sit, every day, and write. I won’t belabor these individual quotes, as you already know them.
Stay tuned. I will appreciate that. And I will continue to write and blog, much like Eric does, on a regular basis.
I thank you, Mr. Alagan, for stirring my prose once again.
Until my next blog, here’s to all my fellow writers. Banish hesitancy; begin to write.
The flow of words will allow that long lost smile to once again embrace your face.
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