First day of a new blog.
How easy it is to dream--and how abruptly chastened the dream when hit with the reality of a blank page.
Suddenly, those high thoughts of cerebral exploration, and celestial musings, grand "ah ha's" and prose to serve the heavens, grind to a halt.
I truly am my father's daughter.
The difference is he didn't learn about the chastening of the blank page until he was 50. He held that chastening close inside, turning a blind eye, unwilling to lose his dreams, and spent his days whirling with ideas, in that heady space of a writer who is unable to commit to the page.
The reality is that I write mostly in my mind, in the half twilight between sleep and wakefulness, novels and documentaries, exposes, New Yorker investigative articles, my autobiography complete with annotated footnotes, sidebars, and poetry.
Kirk Douglas, in his sixth book, wrote: "Everyone should write his or her own autobiography. It doesn't have to be published; in writing it, you will get to know yourself. We are so busy living that we don't stop to take inventory. It's important to take inventory of your life to know what you've done that is good, and what you've down that is bad The way to grow in life is to know where you are and where you want to go. Writing an autobiography can make you a better person."
Therefore, I am here. Musing on self improvement. And staying up far past my bed time. Thank you, Mr. Douglas. Really. Your words goosed those incomplete inspirative imaginings, and have birthed them onto a page.
So, now--What to do with a blog?
Musings and blog exploration by the numbers:
There are over half a million minutes of sight, sound, sniff, and feel, a year.
How many minutes will I never know again?
How easy it is to dream--and how abruptly chastened the dream when hit with the reality of a blank page.
Suddenly, those high thoughts of cerebral exploration, and celestial musings, grand "ah ha's" and prose to serve the heavens, grind to a halt.
I truly am my father's daughter.
The difference is he didn't learn about the chastening of the blank page until he was 50. He held that chastening close inside, turning a blind eye, unwilling to lose his dreams, and spent his days whirling with ideas, in that heady space of a writer who is unable to commit to the page.
The reality is that I write mostly in my mind, in the half twilight between sleep and wakefulness, novels and documentaries, exposes, New Yorker investigative articles, my autobiography complete with annotated footnotes, sidebars, and poetry.
Kirk Douglas, in his sixth book, wrote: "Everyone should write his or her own autobiography. It doesn't have to be published; in writing it, you will get to know yourself. We are so busy living that we don't stop to take inventory. It's important to take inventory of your life to know what you've done that is good, and what you've down that is bad The way to grow in life is to know where you are and where you want to go. Writing an autobiography can make you a better person."
Therefore, I am here. Musing on self improvement. And staying up far past my bed time. Thank you, Mr. Douglas. Really. Your words goosed those incomplete inspirative imaginings, and have birthed them onto a page.
So, now--What to do with a blog?
Musings and blog exploration by the numbers:
- Questing for creativity, perfection, beauty, and balance, in a workaholic, triathlon obsessed world (or maybe, that's a triathlon, work obsessed world...)
- Staving off age and infirmity
- Wondering how in the world did I get here from "there"
- Books! Books! And more books!
- Am I really OK? And, what can I do about it.
- Shouting accomplishments from the rooftops?
- Riotous everything
- How to avoid negativity
- Health
And, finally
10. Maybe now I'll keep a journal.
Mostly I think I need to take inventory to prevent the forgetting.There are over half a million minutes of sight, sound, sniff, and feel, a year.
How many minutes will I never know again?
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