Last year, when I took time out of writing, due to other issues going on, it seemed easy to just give up writing my blog. However, the nagging urging to write, was still in me.
The problem that I face once in a while, is what to write about. I suppose in some ways, I can sympathize what real writers go through. Granted, this is only a blog. Although I’ve set my own standards and personal rules and regulations on what to write about, the one thing that I don’t want to get into, is complaining. It is too easy to fall into the trap of constantly bitching about things that don’t sit well with you. Finding those issues that are encouraging, or enlightening, or even fun or funny, is a lot tougher.
Definitely, I am not the most learned person in the world. Nor am I the most prolific reader. One of the things I really hated during my high school years, and I’m sure I’m not alone here, was having to read all those stories by William Shakespeare and Charles Dickens, and all the other writers of times gone by. As history was my strongest subject, neither was historical writing.
In my adulthood though, and having spent too much time on public transit, I had time to start delving into the world of reading and writings. When you’re relegated to an hour of sitting on a bus or riding the train to get to work, and then repeat the process again eight hours later on the way home, it gives one time to pursue other options.
One of those options was sleep. I must admit, that once I knew how long it would take to get to my destination or transfer point, it was rather easy to catch up on a little shut-eye. At some point, I did invest in a Walkman and listen to the radio while traveling. Listening to all my favourite songs of the day, or hearing the news and listening to the dribble from the radio hosts eventually became monotonous and boring. There were many times that trying to grab a few minutes of sleep were just not an option. I either had to try to sleep in a standing position, or within a couple of stops, being the respectable person my parents raised me to be, giving up my seat to an elderly person or someone who really needed to sit.
So, I turned to reading. One of the first books I decided to start with, was Stephen Kings “IT”. This book, if anyone has ever read, is probably one of Stephen King’s lengthiest novels. I won’t get into the whole story, as I think you should read it for yourself. Needless to say, after reading this novel, I became enthralled by Stephen King’s writings. Even going so far as to purchase as many books of his as I could. It became an obsession. I could hardly wait for my work day to end, just to get back on the train or bus and continue reading. Even reading while WAITING for the mass transit to pull up!
And now, here I am, half a century in age, one quarter of my anticipated lifespan, and I’m learning what it is like to write. As I said, I can now sympathize what writers like Stephen King, V.C. Andrews, William Shakespeare, and Charles Dickens must have felt like. Granted, they didn’t write daily blogs, since computers were not commonplace in their lives. Well, perhaps Stephen King and V.C. Andrews, but definitely not Shakespeare or Dickens.
The task at hand now, is to figure out what to write about, that is encouraging, or funny, or enlightening, or just simply non-negative. That doesn’t mean that there won’t be negative writings, but that I will try to keep them at an arms length distance. Instead of looking at, let’s say, the idiocy of drivers in Tainan, look at the ridiculous risks people take with their lives. Rather than finding faults in ‘the system’, find the silliness these faults cause. Rather than get upset by students not bringing books to class, give an award for the student who has the most missed days of book retention! Actually, I am just joking. Even writing about these types of issues is still negative.
The one thing that I have started doing, is taking notes each day of topics of writing. During the day, I find many things that I could write about, but have tried to keep in my mind. When it comes time to write, of course I don’t have these ideas at hand.
Every day is a learning experience. One of the addicts I try to follow, is that ‘… the day you stop learning, is the day you die…’. May sound a bit crass and scary, but it is a good thought to keep in mind. I’ll now be changing this a bit to, ‘… the day you stop finding things to write about, is the day you stop writing…’.
That’s it, that’s all… for now!