Thursday, October 14, 2010

Doing The Write Thing

According to a number of writers, it’s good practice (more of a requirement, actually) to force yourself to write every day, whether you have something to say or not. I’m not so sure that that’s a healthy approach for someone who posts stuff on a blog, stuff that is generally (at least loosely) related to happenings in their day-to-day life. Sitting and staring at the flashing orange cursor (I type this stuff on a TRS-80 with an 11” monochrome screen – sort of the digital analogue of an author who will only write on a 1943 Royal typewriter) might only serve to force into consciousness the until-now-repressed recognition that your life is pretty goddamned boring.

On the other hand, one might find one’s self typing the words “digital analogue” where one would otherwise not, so if one has a very low bar for defining "accomplishment", that’s a win.

I realized yesterday that I haven’t gone camping this summer (there may have been an early spring trip, but yeah, right, like I’m supposed to remember that far back), due to traveling on most weekends (a practice which has recently become unnecessary). Maybe a trek into the woods will result in a story or two to relate involving an ax murder or stumbling into a fire or getting into a heated argument with a bear over macroeconomic policy or some such thing.

Beats doing nothing, I guess. And anyway, I feel I owe my reader a bit of self-damaging buffoonery, and damnit, I intend to pay that debt. Wish me luck!

7 comments:

Niamh B said...

I look forward to it

Don't bring the dog - just that I remember the last time.

The Dead Acorn said...

I think there's a higher probability of me getting hurt/humiliated if she goes ... I'm on the fence on it at this point. I know I'll get less reading done if she's up there causing trouble.

sarah said...

wait for me! I wanna go!

The Dead Acorn said...

I'm not really on a schedule, so let me know. mmMMMMmm garlic burgers ...

Domestic Oub said...

I hate camping.

The Dead Acorn said...

Say it ain't so, DO! The gurgling of the river just feet away, the crisp morning air, the bear rifling through your garbage ...

Domestic Oub said...

hmmmm... maybe I should say, I hate camping here... the rain, the cold, the damp. And that's just in the summer time... Bears could actually make it worthwhile - add a little interesting frisson...