Cutting onions has always been a great fanfare for me. The
people (female AND male) that can cut onions in less than five minutes over a
boiling pot of stew are just...amazing.
Anytime I have a light-bulb-finger-snapping-aha-moment kind
of idea I belabor with getting the chopping board, searching for the perfect
knife to do the cutting and then proceeding to peel the outer onion layer
taking it to the bin first before cutting the what’s left of the bulb into
relatively equal pieces (not always but sometimes). That’s essentially what’s
happening with this blog.
I had a bright idea. Well, a couple actually but now it’s
all a jumbled mess in my mind.
Sometimes, I think I can write. I think I can hold a
person’s attention. But it has got to be personal stuff. Things I’m passionate
about. Things about me. Things I’m very interested in. They dwindle a little
bit more every two weeks (maybe).
For the complete pieces I have written and
shown to some people, they have gone through the emotions I want them to go
through or experience. But I don’t finish some posts because I try to bejewel it.
Make it more dramatic (works out sometimes). Make it longer (never worked).
Make it more fluent (works out sometimes). Just make it MORE. I lose the
essence of what I’m trying to write with all the jamboree in trying to make it MORE.
I’ve decided to stop. (For tonight at least)
I’m going to write straight from my heart (like this post).
Write what seems right.
I’m going to be random (seeing as that’s one of my quirks).
I’m going to be personal.
And I’m going to be me.
Learning on the job has never been a crime. Evolving and
changing as time goes on isn’t a sin.
So, I’m going to learn and evolve. J
