I have always measured my life in summers. They bookend the school years of my youth and those of my adult life. Hot, languid summers -- sweat dripping down your back and brow, the smell of rain in the air and the dark, musty smell of earth deep in sweltering New England woods. Hot gardens full of ripe strawberries and tomatoes. I am full of these scent memories gazing at the gray, muggy Brooklyn skyline. For all that I hate the heat (and the sweat!), I am full of love for Summer.
Last summer I began a blog as a requirement for a class. I found I liked it. This summer, I hope to really renew my commitment to "writing." Starting with Bechdel-ing my personal library!
Welcome summer!
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6/28/10
4/11/10
Doubt and Writing
I don't fancy myself a writer, though I enjoy the act of writing very much. I love crafting a sentence, reading and rereading it, tooling around with structure and word choice until it vibrates in just the right way. I love the act of forcing myself to organize an argument, to choose a position, to detail an idea, to pin down an emotion. However, I am plagued by the knowledge that no one, anywhere, at any time, is interested in anything I have to say; that I'm wasting valuable time and resources pretending that they do. In short, I have The Doubt.
Jay Smooth would say my Little Hater is in full effect. He would not be wrong.
When I was younger I entertained the notion of writing as a career - but the words in my head simply were not clamoring for release and I chose a different route. I'm immensely happy in that. I made the right decision. I do something I love, something that enables me to spend a good deal of time writing for myself, and sometimes for you.
I've never since thought that I was meant to be a writer and I am doubly sure of this after having devoured the posts on Patrick Eamonn's nascent blog, The Last of the Carter Babies. I know this because when I read Patrick Eamonn's blog about writing - I realize that I never felt 1/100th of the passion and drive that fuels his artistic fire. I urge you to check it out, whether or not you write. Because we all have passions and a fire to fuel.
Jay Smooth would say my Little Hater is in full effect. He would not be wrong.
When I was younger I entertained the notion of writing as a career - but the words in my head simply were not clamoring for release and I chose a different route. I'm immensely happy in that. I made the right decision. I do something I love, something that enables me to spend a good deal of time writing for myself, and sometimes for you.
I've never since thought that I was meant to be a writer and I am doubly sure of this after having devoured the posts on Patrick Eamonn's nascent blog, The Last of the Carter Babies. I know this because when I read Patrick Eamonn's blog about writing - I realize that I never felt 1/100th of the passion and drive that fuels his artistic fire. I urge you to check it out, whether or not you write. Because we all have passions and a fire to fuel.
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