Friday, October 15, 2010

Me, Myself, And I

It is a dangerous thing to ask for a writer's opinion. If you want me to talk to you about it, you might be okay, but if expect a written response, beware!

A writer likes to write. It is addictive. The hardest thing to do is paring down an article, finding the bare essence, being clear and to the point.

I hear people agonizing over writing a five page essay. I can whip ten pages out in no time at all. I have thoughts about everything!

Of course that doesn't mean my opinions are worth anything, or interesting, or possibly even pertinent. That is always a matter of opinion, yours and mine.

Just don't expect one word answers from me, at least not unless you have made me angry, or I really don't care about something.

I'm pretty diverse. I love writing about me and you and sea turtles and sometimes even things I don't know anything about. There is no better way to become familiar with something than to have to write about it. Research is a way of life.

I think people might be surprised at the way I decide whether or not to do some things. I often find myself thinking, I could write about that, or that would make a good story, I should try it! Or I will do the reverse. I'll think, oh I could never write about that, so why bother?

I look at the world in two basic ways, both more geared to me, myself, and I, than I think many people do.

I look through my camera for photos that I can share with other people and even write about and I look for the unique experiences I don't see other's writing about. If everyone gets off the bus at Fifth and Jackson then I consider getting on, or off, three blocks either side, or maybe even on the opposite side of town. I don't know exactly why I am this way, or why I do these things. I only know I do.

It is a way of life that is fulfilling to me. It doesn't leave many unsatisfied gaps either, which is nice. The more self dependent I am, the happier I am.

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