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When Did That Happen?

Earlier today I began to think about what I was going to write about this evening. I wondered, is there an adventure I’ve had that I can draw up from memory? Or, perhaps there is an interesting lesson I’ve learned that could use a witty twist? Should I discuss my dislike of quotations without bibliographic references? Is it time to revisit the buddha story for a rewrite? Or, should I begin the Valentines tale I was pondering about the day before? It seemed like an endless string of choices flowing through me, a river of possibilities that could sustain me for a very long time.

Then, it dawned on me: I was having a serious amount of fun thinking up this motley assortment of topics. I thought, when did that happen? When did I stop thinking about writing as a chore? As a source of stress? As a source of failure? When did I begin to see these nightly excursions in word-smithery as a source of extreme pleasure?

I began to think about what I needed to do to improve the writing, to make the message clearer, more entertaining. I thought about joining writer’s groups and online forums. I began to think about which authors to read, which ones I most admired, and why I admired them.

At this point, the inner critic chimed in and reminded me that this blog was only 14 posts old, and that I really ought not to jump ahead of myself. It’s fine if I’m getting all Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah over this little hobby of mine, I thought, but I need to regain some composure before I embarrass myself.

And yet.

There is also that little detail about having considered this idea for about 30 years now. Don’t ask me why it took that long. Let’s just pretend I’m like a fine wine that needed to sit a little longer. The point is, yes, the blog is only 14 posts old, but the desire, the idea, the dream, the ambition, the developing skill, and the imagination have all been working up to this point so that they could have a chance to shine like all the other creative pursuits of my past.

Somewhere in the past month, I began to look at these humble attempts as something more than just a simple way to reveal myself in words. I realized, I want to tell the kind of stories that leave people asking: “So what happened next!?!”

Stories matter.

So, yes, I know, I need to get back to writing the stories and the cute little memoirs, and stop writing about writing! I promise to stop soon and dip into that mad little playhouse of mine.