I spend a lot of time in my own head…entirely too much, really. And starting a blog isn’t helping. I’ve found myself asking if this thing or that experience could be turned into an interesting post. This morning I was unloading the dishwasher and I actually asked myself—out loud inside my head—if I could turn that mundane activity into an essay on the philosophical dilemma of housework, or of choosing not to do housework. Seriously. I have a problem.Yet, on the other end of the spectrum, a Retweet this morning pointed me to an interesting article in Writer Unboxed. Porter Anderson makes a cogent case for why writers should beware the “fellowship of the virtual gathering.” His point is that most writers put fingers to keyboard for a reason: to have their work consumed by a wide audience, an audience composed not just of other writers. The risk of immersing in a community, he says, is that writers can forget to turn outward, to address their true audience. The reader.
If you know anything about terriers, and Parson (or Jack) Russell Terriers in particular, you’ll know that they have very little sense of boundary. I love watching PRT races. The dogs bolt out of their starting gates and from there, all bets are off. They cross all five lanes, swerve, spin, stop in front of the other dogs, and sometimes run so hard they flip clean over. I think this is why I love the breed…I can relate.
I’m getting back to my first passion–writing. I had to abandon it for a while because, like the PRT, I’m contrary: I’m both hyper-focused and easily distracted. Now that my kids are off doing their thing, it’s time to return to writing and all that comes with it. Lucky for me that includes lots of stuff that will, hopefully, bump me out of my lane once in a while. If you’re here, I hope you won’t mind the occasional veer and maybe even a loop-de-loop now and again.