the art of writing...

most would assume that if you are going to be bold enough to keep a blog for the entire world wide web to access, that you would consider yourself a fairly accomplished and prolific writer. according to some, i may not fit into either one of those categories...

now, i am not writing this in order to receive obligatory pity accolades from friends who want to stroke my ego. i am writing to be honest. i am writing a bit out of wounded pride and pain. i am writing to express opinions and thoughts on the actual act and art of writing.

i wander through the sea of endless books at our mega stores such as barnes and noble and borders, perusing and aware of the fact that i often pause to think, " how did some of these writers ever get published?"

the conclusion i have come to is that anyone can write. you may not be very good. technique may be weak. emotions may fall short. you may have strong conventions, but bore the hell out of people because you are much too verbose. the categories go on and on, however the conclusion is always the same. we are all in one way or another, writers.

so i will continue with my blog. i march forward with dreams of publishing a great work someday, one that people will read and feel moved and connected to, feel as if someone out there has at one point understood a thought or feeling that has crossed their mind. that is great writing. one that touches. one that connects. one that makes our mundane and at times heavy lives a bit lighter, and free, as words are ingested into our souls.