Sometimes it’s just the blinking of the cursor. I feel like its taunting me. I’m now that person that still doesn’t know it’s legal to make a right on red in New Jersey. The cursor is honking at me every time it blinks. It’s telling me to write something that will inspire, and it’s impatient. The cursor is the 3yr old that refuses to sit still on the airplane. Running up and down the aisles while other passengers secretly pray that an Air Marshall clotheslines it.
So I start to write, and then I actually read what I’m writing. The delete button can’t come fast enough. I’m being rushed despite not having any specific deadline, except for a self imposed one that makes me publish a blog every Saturday. I have over 140 blog entries and 20 of them are under the category “drafts”. There’s the one about JFK that I started in 2011 (haven’t quite finished it yet) or the one that deals with what’s mandatory and what’s not in our lives. (Another 2011 draft)
I go to iTunes and play music, I scour the internet searching for a story that might grab my eye, and sometimes I look at old conversations with friends. No matter what technique I use on Saturday there’s usually a blog on my website. Malcolm Gladwell talked about being inspired to write by anything. It could be a painting or just a phrase that someone said during the day. One of my blogs in the future is going to be called “we broke the weather”. It’s the first thing a random older man told me as I went into Dunkin Donuts. I thought it was awesome the way he summed up global warming in one sentence.
There are days when I feel like I can write all night, and then days when I dose off and wonder how I typed four hundred kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk’s without even noticing. No matter how frustrating writing can be the fact that my words might help someone is the main reason I do it. I have had people I don’t even know post comments about a blog that hit home for them.
“You never know when your words might change someone else’s life.”
