When blogging takes precedence over playing Words with Friends on FaceBook during my morning cup of coffee, I know something’s up. Maybe this writing thing I’ve been trying to nurture is taking hold?
The sunlight slanting across the neighbor’s roof, the dew soaked plants, and piles of redwood debris from this week’s windstorm all beckon me to get out of doors with gloves, tools, and the wheelbarrow.
Yet I dally over this mug of cafe creme because I noticed the Slicers link is up. And wanting to write is good, but actually doing it is better. Like wanting to get more exercise and then getting out for that brisk walk daily.
Enough moralizing. Just saying, I am enjoying this blogging thing. It is a joy to work with image and words and for my thoughts to be instantly framed in a lovely format. That’s compelling.
Writing for a non-specific, general audience is also good for me, rather than ranting or poeticizing to myself. That does sound weird, but you may agree with professional writers who claim adamantly that a writer writes for himself/herself. I agree with them, but the next step is to include someone else as audience.
Good morning, bloggers everywhere. Especially to those who blogged at a kitchen table with a tall mug of coffee before anything else got your attention.
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