50 years in 50 days Day 3 Write On.

My brother-in-law, Stevarino, asked a question.

“You’re not gonna write one of those things a day for 50 days in a row are you?”

He then made a statement.

“You can’t think of that much “stuff” to write about.

I told him I certainly plan on writing 50 of them and that I can think of that much “stuff” to write about.

I taught English for a very long time. One of the things I enjoyed the most about doing so was helping kids become better writers. I tried to help them make the “writing process” work for them. I never liked that term “writing process”. It’s a process alright. As soon as you bring that phrase into a classroom of teenagers that don’t want to to write and tell them it is a “process” you will start to loose many of them just due the connotation they have of that very term. “Writing process” indeed.

I just like to write. It is not a difficult endeavor for me. I count myself fortunate in that regard. There have been some speakthrights.com lapses now and again. And it was nice to get an email or text and have someone check up on me because they hadn’t “heard” from me in a while via this writing vehicle I put a key in July of 2014. So thanks to those reading with any consistency. I am going to do it anyway.

There is always something to write about. I could go on for many paragraphs right now about how delighted I am that my Dad is feeling so much better. I like to write about traveling and sports and music, oh how I do enjoy my music.

And I have to throw a picture in every now and again for good measure. Me, I like pictures of the beach that Carrie and I frequent as often as we can. There is something there that pulls us to that spot on this planet of ours. I mean, I have been many places and maybe some are brighter and shinier. Some may have much better restaurants. Other places have views that are much more spectacular.

Carrie loves taking pictures of the sunrise too.

I suppose this place in North Carolina we go back to is like a music group I want to listen to play over and over again. As I type this I am listening to a live Moody Blues recording from 1997. I have not heard it before. I am inspired as I type. I am reminded of so many things and so many people as I listen and appreciate the way this music makes me feel and has for so long. It is the music of my youth and it ain’t going anywhere! It is what I do.

Just like readers are drawn to particular authors and characters and settings and genres of verse, our lives are like that too. That is what I always told my students. There are folks you know that you gravitate to just because it feels right. We don’t create friendships based on differences…but we can still recognize and sometimes celebrate our differences and get to know each other even better. Characters we enjoy in stories are often characters who remind us of who we are or who we want to be more like. Our friends are folks that remind us of us. We love art we can relate to.

Some music buddies.

Some dear old friends…but I am the youngest. Put these three in a room together and there is something good that happens. It is a great mystery that I cherish I can tell you.