Don’t know about you but I am guilty of trying to dance like Mick Jagger. I can’t do it when people are around because I become entirely too self conscious but when I am alone…that is an entirely different story.
I strut, prance and stick out my jaw in ways that probably make stupid people look smart. But I can assure you that these moments are filled with unadulterated joy and pleasure. That is the sort of feeling that I always try to create in my blog posts. It is something I strive for because if you want to write the perfect blog post you most take your reader to place where they submit to your authority and release their inhibitions.
Did you dance or sing along with Mick? C’mon, raise your hand admit it. Â I did. Stood up in the middle of my office and let go of all restraint. And then when I finished laughing I sat back down and started typing again.
I don’t know about you but even though I strive for perfection I don’t know that I am ready to write the perfect blog post. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want to or that I don’t think about it because I do.
Truth is that I look at blogging as one big journey and that the end product isn’t a single post but a body of work. When I take time to read and revisit the words of the past I find nuggets of wisdom intermixed with radioactive waste that is simply awful. Really some of the posts that have made it past the editors are simply horrible works of wonkery.
But I don’t delete very often, if ever. Deletion of old posts dilutes the power and permanence of the better posts. Deletion denies the opportunity to see and experience growth. I am a better writer today because of the posts that came before.
Those experiences in the trenches have made it easier to make things happen now and I am grateful for them.
When I look at my work now and ask the hard questions I find that one of my biggest challenges is tied into mood and time management. What that means is that I have had an ongoing issue with having very small chunks of time to use for writing. Â Those minutes seem to be consistently peppered with interruptions that prevent me from establishing the sort of rhythm and flow that I prefer to use when I write.
If you want to use a cruder description you could say that you are almost at the point of orgasm when something happens and you lose that feeling. It irritates the hell out of me but it is part of being a writer and I need to find a solution.
One would be to find a patron or sponsor who in the name of art would provide a substantial stipend so that I could have a place where I don’t worry about “writus interruptus.” Â That would make one hell of a Chanukah gift but I don’t have much faith that money is going to be showered upon me any time soon so I am trying to focus on other things.
Other things being the euphemism I use for a locked door and ear plugs.
It is getting quieter around the blogosphere. The holiday season is in full effect and the children are on their winter break. Many people are taking some time to spend with family at home or elsewhere. To me that sounds like opportunity. There are fewer posts being written which provides some of us with a better opportunity to break through the chaos and clutter of the normal cacophony.
And that too is part of why I am doing more writing now. I still write first for me and then for you but if I am to find my own sponsor well then now might be a good time to make some more noise of my own.
So I’ll write about this and write about that and in between I’ll still think about how to write that perfect blog post. The question isn’t so much about whether it is possible to get there but about the good things that come from trying.
â€œGentlemen, we will chase perfection, and we will chase it relentlessly, knowing all the while we can never attain it. But along the way, we shall catch excellence.â€Â
â€•Â Vince Lombardi