It Isn’t How Much, Or How Often, It’s the Fact that You Do (Write)
I’ve felt guilty from time to time.
I started this blog and wanted to fill it with all the thoughts that cross my mind throughout the day. Every fleeting snippet of a glimpse into my soul was to be captured for the world to read at their leisure and, possibly, to admire the mental wizardry that is the mind of Miguel Gonzalez.
Not so. I’ve been slacking. I let life get in the way. What is it that so man great and successful authors say?
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” – Ernest Hemingway. Okay, I don’t have a typewriter, but I have pricked my finger, on occasion, as I clacked away at my laptop’s keyboard. Will that suffice, Poppa?
“All good writing is swimming underwater and holding your breath.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald. Now that one, I definitely can relate to. I do, at times, feel as if I’m under a form of literary and creative pressure as I sit here and try to come up with something different to put down into the blogosphere. However, and I’m sure this is what Mr. Fitzgerald ultimately meant, once I’ve begun my swim (essay or blog) the rest comes so much easier and the pressure lifts off with every letter, word, sentence, and paragraph that I put down into perpetuity.
Obviously, this is only my fourth or fifth blog entry, so I’m learning as I trudge along here, but I readily admit that I am having a wonderful time figuring it all out as I go along. I love to write. So, I’m going to scribble notes down here and there and come back here when I can to share my ideas on whatever is firing my synapses at that moment. However, that said, I can’t say I will be consistent in how often I do it. Just that I will.
Have a great evening. Especially you gentlemen, Masters Hemingway and Fitzgerald. For as flighty and undisciplined as my writing style may be, it’s your greatness that inspires me every moment I set my mind to creating some prose worthy of at least, in my mind, a subtle perusal from your spirits.
