Okay, I get it. Readers don't wants witty quips, heartfelt stories and clever jokes. That's what I was going for but it fell flat. They want a to know what a blogger is doing minute by minute, keystroke by keystroke. I shouldn't think, I should just write and the story will come later. No pretensions, no spell check, all words. All words and no point.
However, this does sounds pretentious, "All I know how to do is write!" But that's the truth. There is one thing I know - I was born to be a writer. If you have a/passion, you know what I mean. Whether you're an artist, electrician, athlete or nurse, you know what you are meant to do.
And each time you put your fingers to the keyboard, brush or circuit to that board, push the limits of stamina, you're fulfilling your obligation.
Such as now, my heart is beating in the top of throat and my fingers shake as they try to keep up with my thoughts. It sucks not knowing how to type. In high school I probably attended typing class a total of 10 or 11 times. During my senior year, it was the easiest class to cut and I lived a mere four blocks form school. I really regret it now. The luxury of watching Jerry Springer at 1 o'clock just doesn't seem worth it now. Particularly because the (in)ability to type is what's stopping me from applying for this "thing".
Sunday, May 30, 2010
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Sunday, May 30, 2010
All thought and no write...
Okay, I get it. Readers don't wants witty quips, heartfelt stories and clever jokes. That's what I was going for but it fell flat. They want a to know what a blogger is doing minute by minute, keystroke by keystroke. I shouldn't think, I should just write and the story will come later. No pretensions, no spell check, all words. All words and no point.
However, this does sounds pretentious, "All I know how to do is write!" But that's the truth. There is one thing I know - I was born to be a writer. If you have a/passion, you know what I mean. Whether you're an artist, electrician, athlete or nurse, you know what you are meant to do.
And each time you put your fingers to the keyboard, brush or circuit to that board, push the limits of stamina, you're fulfilling your obligation.
Such as now, my heart is beating in the top of throat and my fingers shake as they try to keep up with my thoughts. It sucks not knowing how to type. In high school I probably attended typing class a total of 10 or 11 times. During my senior year, it was the easiest class to cut and I lived a mere four blocks form school. I really regret it now. The luxury of watching Jerry Springer at 1 o'clock just doesn't seem worth it now. Particularly because the (in)ability to type is what's stopping me from applying for this "thing".
However, this does sounds pretentious, "All I know how to do is write!" But that's the truth. There is one thing I know - I was born to be a writer. If you have a/passion, you know what I mean. Whether you're an artist, electrician, athlete or nurse, you know what you are meant to do.
And each time you put your fingers to the keyboard, brush or circuit to that board, push the limits of stamina, you're fulfilling your obligation.
Such as now, my heart is beating in the top of throat and my fingers shake as they try to keep up with my thoughts. It sucks not knowing how to type. In high school I probably attended typing class a total of 10 or 11 times. During my senior year, it was the easiest class to cut and I lived a mere four blocks form school. I really regret it now. The luxury of watching Jerry Springer at 1 o'clock just doesn't seem worth it now. Particularly because the (in)ability to type is what's stopping me from applying for this "thing".
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