Some people need inspiration to write. Me, I only need time. (If you thought I was speaking of a different type of inspiration, don’t worry, I’ll get to that at another point in time.) There are so many thoughts and ideas constantly running through my head, I don’t think I could ever run out of material. The problem, again, is time. I find myself jotting down notes about another random theory or speculation running wild in my noggin. Sometimes waking me in the middle of the night. Then I need to scribble it down so I don’t forget it later. At this point, my list is going on and on.
This is the ideal behind this website. It helps get these musings out of my brain. There is too much going on upstairs as it is. And I need to make room for more items to come–not even knowing when that may be. Writing has also become therapeutic (why the fuck is therapeutic spelled that way, I had to look it up) to me. Putting these briefings onto paper (who am I kidding, this stuff goes straight from brain to laptop) gives me an avenue to remedy my feelings or rationalize my behavior. It’s a calming breeze through my head-space where a fire needs to be put out.
Writing a book is the same inference. Some events, I feel, deserve recounting. And some of these happenings are much more involved and time consuming–so they deserve their space and more expanding upon. Hence, the reason for my first book. Also, the design behind my second book, which I am in the process of completing. But, yes, penning a complete publication is MUCH more involved and time consuming. I take my time with it. I re-read and re-re-read these accounts more intensely. I try to perfect it more, try to make it more readable, more enjoyable. Not that I don’t believe these posts are satisfying, they just make it from head to screen faster.
So there it is–my inspiration for writing. The reason for WHY I do this–along with my fourth grade teacher. It levels me, it keeps me sane, it gives me satisfaction. It would be nice to have all the time in the world to continue this passion, but unfortunately, it doesn’t pay the bills. We all need a real job for that particular reason. But, if that is not gratifying enough, we also need something that gives us joy. Besides the obvious friends and family ideal, of course. But…are they always that enjoyable???