Today I thought I’d write about “On the road to the Weekend!” What weekend? The Fourth of July weekend or Independence Day here in the United States of America. An it is Canada Day to our friends across the Saint Clair River, which is not very far from here. But at the moment I’m kind of stuck without words to say…An it is times like this that I’ll ask myself, “Why do I keep trying to write something every day?” There is really no reason, other than, to try and communicate my thoughts into words.
Yesterday I wrote about Making too much of Writing! An I just wish that I could write as freely as I talk, but there is always something preventing me from do this…Maybe it has something to do with the permanency of the written word? I really don’t know, that’s just my guess right now. The thoughts of giving up on trying to accomplish this goal: Of being able to write like I’m talking, is an ever-present burden on my psyche. But yet each day I try to overcome this burden and I try to write.
To some this may sound strange? But it brings to mind a favorite quote that I like use when I make the association of myself as a writer. And this is what I say,
“I consider myself a writer only by default: Because I am writing this and you are reading it, then I guess that makes me a writer.”
This concludes my writing practice for today, and as you can more than likely tell by my words on the page. My mind is already on the road to the weekend. So I’ll leave you now with: Have a Great Day and Enjoy Life!
Thanks for Listening,