So I started writing this “blog”…I still hate that word…on July 8th of last year. This is post number 148.
When I started writing this thing I was acting like I knew what I was doing. I was clueless. I talked myself into knowing how to proceed. It has worked out.
For whatever reason, I have found my way to five continents with the words I bang out on this laptop computer. That is pretty cool. I will never get to all these international locations physically. I have no intention to do so. Thoughts…and words, however, can take on lives of their own; we know this. Now I have tangible proof. Does it feel good ? Yes, it does. Do I wish I had a larger audience? Yes, I do. Do I lose sleep over anything that has to do with this blog? No, I don’t. I just keep pecking away as the spirit moves me.
I did, however, in the middle of the fall, hope that I would put in 200 posts in 365 days. That was my goal. I don’t think I will reach it. I have 66 days to write 52 more posts. Can I do it? Yes, I can. Will I do it? I doubt it. After all, I do write when I think it is time. Maybe it will work out. Perhaps I will hit a spell that is prolific beyond my wildest dreams. I doubt it.
700 word is the usual intent, unless I know we will only be here for a short while…like tonight. When I wrote a newspaper column, 700 words is what I aimed for. Hoping like heck I could makes sense and keep someone…anyone….interested with the words I put forth, was what I wanted.
Some of these posts have exceeded 700 words…one ran like 3000 or something like that. I had to add ice to my tea glass six times that day.
When I wrote newspaper columns I had an editor. He rarely touched my stuff. I thank him for that. A couple if times he felt compelled to put his two cents in and make some cosmetic changes. Did I lose sleep? No, I didn’t. He was the boss. One is supposed to respect authority.
With this blog, I guess I am the boss. It works out. I push myself at times. I have gone down a few dark alleys on these pages that were no picnic to write about. Cathartic…that is the word. Writing about some things that don’t always feel so good is always cathartic. Yes, it does make me feel better. Most of the times I feel better a few days later.
I walked six miles yesterday. It felt good. My dear wife, Carrie, was getting her hair done. I walked as she was in the beauty parlor. She told me her appointment would probably last about an hour and ten minutes. Two hours and ten minutes later we saw each other again. I walked the whole time. My six mile estimate is kind. I am sure it was more than that. I enjoyed every step. I even found where the side walk ends.
My walk was cathartic too. I found a great universal truth as I walked. I will share it with you one day…I think. No, I am quite sure I will. And I am quite sure I will continue to…
Speak the rights.
Danny Johnson