Writing
Arwen‘s recent post has got me thinking about blogging and writing. Why am I doing this? I’ve never been one to think about abstract things or even take a major role in a debate. Usually, I can see both sides of an argument and, unless it directly affects me, I don’t care to talk about it ad nauseam as some people seem willing and happy to do. This shouldn’t surprise you, since you won’t find much of that on this blog. You definitely aren’t surprised if you know me personally.
So, why *am* I doing this? Partly to document bits of my life before I totally forget them. Partly as a place to write about usability in some vain (in both senses of the word) attempt to sound like an expert. Partly to share these things with people I know and don’t. Partly to force myself to think more about issues.
I feel I’m getting lazy and not thinking about issues as much as reporting on my life. That’s getting a little boring and it’s time to spice things up.
I took a creative writing course over a year ago. It was awesome. I learned I was capable of writing some truly bizarre, fun, and inspiring pieces. I just had to set aside the time, brainstorm a bit, and something really neat would pop out.
So, what readers I have: Do this for me. Comment on this post with a **single** word. I will take that word, write something based upon it and post the result for all to see. I have created a new category “Writing” to mark this event.
March 6th, 2005 at 12:20 am
Pencil
March 6th, 2005 at 2:38 pm
Grunion
March 6th, 2005 at 3:05 pm
blank
March 6th, 2005 at 3:23 pm
And then write one that uses all three of those words!
March 6th, 2005 at 9:09 pm
selfreflectivedialogue
March 6th, 2005 at 9:12 pm
And now if you will indulge me the opportunity to write more than one word (and as you see I cheated), it astounds me that I’m totally into learning about your everyday stuff. I’m excited to know that I like reading about your everday stuff. Today I watched a duck on a pond looking for food and I was totally moved by the experience. But it was just a duck doing it’s usual thing. Well, reading about my friends just doing their regular thing is fascinating too (provided it’s written well). It’s a photo. It’s a poem.