Sunday, October 14, 2018

Thinking or the Absence Thereof

Well, it seems a long time since I wrote anything of least to me. I know what I have to do but somehow I am not actually doing it.Such is the dilemma of a writer.

Are you actually a writer if you are not writing anything? I would think that actively writing is what makes you a writer. Writer implies the doing of the thing. Maybe author implies having written. So it is imperative to start applying the fingers to the keyboard.Of course, that might not produce much if the brain cells are also not involved and have been working also.

Oh dear, the problem also is that if the writer starts thinking about "writing", he or she becomes terrified. What? write? That's something so big and important that how am I going to even put word one down on this page? Well, excuses are very easy to come by. We seem to have a natural fount of them and they just come burbling up when needed. Too bad a plot doesn't come burbling up also.

So, I don't know what I will be doing next. Hopefully, I will write something more than the grocery list that I absolutely need soon. Does that give you a clue?

Monday, October 1, 2018

Passing the Torch

I suppose the phrase "Passing the Torch" refers to the Olympics. Runners run holding the burning Olympic Torch and pass it on to the next runner. Thus the torch is carried to the stadium and the Olympic Games begin.

We use it today, (or at least we who are older use it) to refer to passing the obligations on to a new generation to uphold the values and responsibilities of the previous one. Let's hope this still holds true today!

But what specifically I am referring to here is that Kelly, Allison, Stephanie and Brandon are beginning to write. Actually Kelly has been writing. But now this spans three generations. I don't credit myself here - I believe the desire to write is something inside us and hopefully, we can encourage it to be expressed down the generations. I would also mention my father, making it four generations. He was a great letter writer, sending letters back to Ireland faithfully, to let his family know how he was. Specifically, he wrote to Meta McFarland, his cousin, and got regular letters back again. When we heard she had passed away, it was a sad day for him, because she was the only family member who wrote letters.

These new writers can be read on "We Like Writing!", a new blog. It's just starting out, but I hope it will produce great things! Good luck, little bloggers.