One Door Closes
My hard drive of 4TB…terror bytes…is waiting for release: writing and expanding those memoir-ish anecdotes that have gathered cyber-dust. When do I have time? I am retired. There is no time, it seems. So, maybe two stories a month? That works now. I used to tell my writing students: “If you live to 18, you will have enough to write about for the rest of your life.” My “philosophy” has not yet changed.
See my Door Story: http://memoriesofatime.com/?s=closed+door
Here’s the thing. I’ve stopped blogging, I just didn’t know it yet.
I have files on this computer titled: Thoughts on Ferguson, Disorganized Religion, Skinny, Ray Rice, On God or The Lack Thereof, The Subtext of Texting, etc…. All subjects that set my hair on fire and that I’m writing about. Just not publicly. Which means, not here.
It’s like that Joan Didion saying, “I write to know what I think,” except that I’ve learned I need way more time and space, and a closed door, to know what I think.
I started this blog almost 5 years ago so I could write with immediacy without writing for real. Like a warm up. Like practice. But these days I’m writing everything for real which explains all of those tucked away and titled computer files, not yet fully cooked. Which also explains why this blog has bogged down. I look back through my…
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