I don’t want to write a great novel or extensive political thesis – well, ok, I do, but that’s not the focus. I want to sit down and just write, and end up with something worth reading. How do I do that? How do I come upon inspiration for a topic, first. I’m a programmer – a technical person first and foremost; I don’t just sit down and let the creativity flow. On the other hand, here I am in Barnes & Noble, standing in the aisle and writing. Maybe I can do it after all?
So why not start with this? This is the first time I’ve actually just sat down to write. My chronic problem is a desire to be a writer, but a complete lack of anything to write about. As I grow in so many other ways, in my political and religious understanding, in my fiction and nonfiction reading habits, even in my relationships with others, my desire to write grows and grows, with no outlet at all.
I have my stereotypical twitter account where my small nuggets of wisdom, wit, or banality go. I have my blog, where I can expound on anything I’m legitimately knowledgeable about, which usually means software.
So, here we have it. The awakening of a new being. I resolve not to care if anything I write is worth reading – the writing of it is value enough for me. If I end up with something useful or edifying or entertaining along the way, so be it.
Hello, world.
The preceding was written on my cellphone while wandering Barnes & Noble this evening. I’ve corrected spelling and capitalization errors, but haven’t done any other cleaning up. I won’t guarantee that it leads to a change in my writing habits here, but as I said, that’s not the most important thing.
