I updated my commentary on the link to Mandy Brown’s post on writhing for the internet and the search for readers with more clarified thoughts on my own goals.
Category: thought
Idea: A car vent phone holder style thing like this but, instead of for a phone it’s got a little clipboard to attach an index card and has a pen holder.
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The more compelling and interesting reason that most writers seek out readers is, I think, less utilitarian: we receive our writing as a gift, and so it must be given in turn. We write because something needs to be expressed through us, and only by giving the writing to a reader is that need fulfilled.
This is such an interesting back and forth between two of the most intelligent writers/essayists I have the pleasure of reading.
I largely agree that this is part of it for me. That said, for me there’s a bigger reason… Clarity. Writing is the only way I know of to make my thoughts clear — both for others (the reader) and myself (the writer). I seek out readers because I want those now clear thoughts to be listened to, considered, and understood. Especially because I often don’t feel that they are all of these things internally — inside my head they are a confused and jumbled mess. Only when I put them out there do I finally make sense of them. I’m just a much a reader of them too. It’s like, “Ah ha! So I can make sense of this mess!”
The thing with grudges is that the longer you hold them, the more likely it is that those you are holding it against have long forgotten it.
Wow, the moon tonight! 🌙
I’m just going to be honest with myself about this lukewarm coffee and throw some ice in there.
This is your reminder that…
- Pundits are not Journalists.
- Op-ed is not news.
- Polls are propaganda.
- Anyone can be a “media outlet” or a “Journalist” on the Internet.
- Just because you read it does not make it true.
- Especially scrutinize things that confirm your theories and views.
- Trust but verify.
Random personal fact: I’ve never been able to comfortably sit cross legged. My right leg just doesn’t bend that way comfortably. I’ve long wished to work on this but not enough to do so. So I sit with my left leg in the crossed position and my right merely bent with foot flat out in front of me.
It’s October 1st which means three things:
- I order my first Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season
- It is, by my declaration, the official start of autumn.
- I’m another year older (57).
More walking. Less talking.