I’ve been a little negative in my writing lately, so I’m going to do my best to make this one positive, because regardless of what we read on Facebook or twitter, or what we see on the television or hear on the radio (does anyone other than me still listen to the radio?), the world is still a pretty swell place…most of the time…especially when people aren’t screwing it up (shhhhh…remember…positive writing!).
What makes this particularly difficult is that as I look out the window in front of me, I see an overcast sky. Gray and really just kind of blah. My handy-dandy weather app tells me that the sky will be clearing to partly cloudy over the next few hours, allowing the sun to shine. That’ll be nice.
As I’ve said in posts past, I’ve been thinking about my writing. I’ve been thinking about what it is that I want to say. I’ve also been thinking about what it is that you want to hear. I bought a book on writing prose yesterday at the bookstore, Good Prose: The Art of Nonfiction, Stories and advice from a lifetime of writing and editing by Tracy Kidder and Richard Todd (I really should own stock in Barnes & Noble), and I loved the opening line of the first chapter, “To write is to talk to strangers.” Granted, many of the people that are reading my writing are not strangers, but I’m sure that some are. This is a fact though. I’m putting my thoughts, my “stuff”, out there for a theoretically infinite number of people to read. Since I do not know an infinite number of people; I have to assume that a fair amount of strangers are going to be reading my thoughts. And here’s the hard part…
I want strangers to keep reading my stuff. I even want strangers to comment on my stuff so that I can carry on a dialogue with strangers. I’m talking to strangers!! Are we not supposed to talk to strangers? I’m pretty sure I heard that more than a few times in days long gone by. But anyway, I want strangers to come back and read more of my stuff, and maybe re-read some old stuff.
Enough of that. You don’t want to hear me blather on and on about my writing.
Last Monday began a five week stretch at work with one day off, so I’m not sure how much writing I’m going to get done over that span of time…shit…more about my writing. Okay, I’ll stop.
Anyway, a five week period of work with one day off. It is hard to be positive with that staring me in the face, but I’m going to try.
C’mon August. You cannot get here soon enough.
I am positive that when you get here, I am going to enjoy it.
See what I did there…