Drunk Blogging For Amateurs
â€œAll good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.â€
â€• Ernest Hemingway
â€œPoor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I donâ€™t know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.â€
â€• Ernest Hemingway
This post comes with a guarantee- many of my fellow Triberr Tribesmen wonâ€™t share this post because the headline will scare them off. Â We wonâ€™t talk about whether theyâ€™ll actually read the damn thing first or not.
The second thing you need to know is that I am what they call stone cold sober. I thought about grabbing a beer to accompany me but it is after midnight and that seems like a poor time to begin drinking.
In the days that once were I might have chosen to pop open a bottle, take a hard pull and then try to bleed here at the keyboard but I am not that kid anymore. Donâ€™t need to pretend to be like the man I heard old Uncle Ernie was. I just need to be me.
Hell, I prefer that. It is easier in every way.
Read The Quotes Aboveâ€¦Again
If you havenâ€™t read the quotes I used to open this post I am going to ask you to do so now. They resonate with me and I take more from them than I can possibly express.
Not unlike most people I am on a journey, a spiritual quest of sorts and I feel like I am doing the two steps forwards, one step backwards dance. It is sort of an awkward and ugly shuffle but I am not built for grace.
That is ok with me because I know who I am and what I am about. I have a goal in mind and a general idea for how to get there. That is my way of saying I see the spot on the mountaintop I want to reach but I donâ€™t see the fucking trail.
Not that it makes much difference, I walk, I hike and I climb. Doesnâ€™t much matter whether there is a path or not because while I may not climb like a monkey or mountain goat I get where I am going.
I Stopped Trying To Figure It Out
Some of you have asked me to provide the back story behindÂ posts in this series. You read posts like:
- Lightning Strikes Twice
- Johnny Was A Hero
- Echoes of The Future
- Dancing In The Fire
- These Pictures of You
and then you move on to things like:
and try to figure out what is fact and what is fiction.
Sometimes you send me emails telling me that you have figured it out and ask for confirmation but I never give it. That is because it is not important.
What is important to me is trying to figure out why I seem to focus on the same sort of theme/stories or at least it used to be. It used to make me scratch my head how I could go from being a sportswriter who dabbled in fiction to this sort of thing.
And then I just stopped trying to figure it out.
The long term goal is to make a living from writing stories and those posts above are always among my most popular. People read and re-read them. They pull in new readers and make the older ones come back.
And if you if you believe that the universe provides a guide or road map to follow youâ€™ll understand that it makes sense to pay attention to the signs that keep flashing red.
It doesnâ€™t really matter to me whether that connection is real or imagined because either way I see it as pointing me towards opportunity.
So I am just doing my best to try to recognize when possibility turns into opportunity so that I can take advantage of it.
And there you have my few words about drunk blogging for amateurs.
Write to be read and read so that you can write.
One Year Later- Post Script
Technically this post ran just short of a year ago. I stumbled across it today and stared at it for a while because I was curious to see if anything resonated with me.
The answer is yes. I have more answers and I have more questions.
Ain’t life peachy sometimes. 😉