Casting the first stone…
Wow. Eerie. Thunder rumbles as I ponder my first blog entry at 3:30 a.m. Eerie, too, that I’d want to have a blog of my own. Why on Earth would I want to lay my soul bare for every Tom, Dick, and Harry with a passing interest to goggle at? Am I on a hugely misguided ego trip? Succumbing to the curse of me, myself, and I? Desperately seeking answers and not knowing where to look? Trying to impress a romantic interest?
Crying out to the universe, “I exist!”?
What if the universe replies, “So?” What then?
I hope you’re doing this for the right reason – that is, because you want to become a writer. A writer must always keep their quill sharp and the best way to do that is to write, write, write, every single day, even if it’s just strange ramblings.
Sort and store your thoughts, and then, when you find yourself sitting at a keyboard, staring at a blank page, wondering what to write about, you can look back and think to yourself, “Oh wow, I have a whole bank of ideas just sitting here…” and then you can mine out the best ones and recycle them.
And I know that
you know
how to recycle.
What does it mean to be a writer? Do you have to be published? Are you still a pure writer if you modify your writing in order to get published? In the strictest sense of the word, I am a writer. You’re a writer. I see blogging as a nice way to get one’s feet wet.
– Daniel
barefootpoetry
December 5, 2007 at 1:07 am