Every day I wake up and tell myself that I will sit down and write. But every night I come home, turn on the computer, load up a fresh new Microsoft Word page, and then proceed to stare at a blinking cursor for a half hour. I may get down a few sentences, or just a couple. But most of the time it remains a blank page with nothing more but a blinking cursor, reminding me that my head is full but my fingers frozen.
I've even dropped money on a book with daily writing excercises. I was visiting some friends the day that it came in. Cressentia and Daisy left to do some errands, and I was alone in the car for a full 45 minutes. My mind wandered into the world of writing as I skimmed through the book's fresh and crisp pages. I read chapter by chapter the art of writing, specifically the art of travel writing.
But I have yet to make application of the things I read on that day.
And so here I am now, setting up a 'blog', of which I have no idea what it's use is for. I guess I will find out once I hit the post button. I really don't know what to expect. It feels as if I am standing on a pathway that splits off into two directions. Perhaps this first entry may be the start of a wonderful and lasting 'blog' relationship. Or perhaps I will hit post, click the x on the top right hand corner of this window and never see these words again, leaving them free to float around for an eternity until they fade away into an electronic 'blog' oblivion.
Whichever way this post button takes me, I hope that years down the road from now I will have known, understood and attained the essence of blog.
I'm JR. I come from a long line of adventurers, some were nomadic explorers of the sea and others wandering cultivators of the earth. Ultimately, this legacy of drifters has deeply affected my view of travel. Read more...