Seriously rainy afternoons suggest two adventures. Most immediately appealing is to grab a good read, retire to a comfortable chair or an imminently sleepable couch, and pretend to read until the shush of falling rain lullabyes your eyes closed. Which is just fine, because you did intend to read, not to waste-away the afternoon. A good nap is an investment.
Only initially less appealing is to grab your latest writing assignment, park your sitter behind the keyboard, scribble a few lines of nonsense dancing fingertips across the qwerty’s. Then, when reality finds you in your hiding place, look to see what of the garbage you just punched down is salvageable, inadvertently distills some beautiful philosophy, or makes you wet your britches. Off you go; there will be no stopping you then.
There are days you’ll go after the keyboard with the best intentions. What you manage in the first few minutes is so atrocious, the couch becomes the better alternative. Not a problem. Before your eyes slam shut, your mind, whether you like it or not, will revisit, rework, and save the fluff you just “do not saved.” When you return to it, you will find it charming, if not pure genius, or be reassured your initial judgement is reaffirmed.
This is a rainy afternoon. But I am starting with an agenda. There will be no scattering sentences to sift through later looking for nuggets.
Looking at what I’ve set myself to with this endeavor, there are a few things I’d like to have you know.
Blogging will be a weekday thing. Weekends, I’ll be off to chores I successfully neglected all week long. Blog regularity, mentor after mentor suggests, is the key to building readership, a following. I find that mildly amusing because I know most “followers” will be as regular as strikes on your favorite wet fly’s first cast into the stream. I seriously doubt followers wake up at 5:53 every morning and rush to the computer to see what their blog-buddies have posted. They may come daily, but it’s not that they count on an entry as dependable as the Daily Dispatch on their driveway, or in their rosebushes.
It’s a target to get a decent entry posted weekdays before midnight. If I miss a day, or post at 1 AM, we will both get over it. Sometimes the mood doesn’t strike and can’t be cajoled for love nor money. Just the facts there.
New “creative” posts will arrive at a steadily decreasing pace. I will mature. Fluff will be easier to identify. A lot more of my additions will be newer. They’ll have to “age” some before I post or shred. Older work too, will take longer to edit. Because some I’m discovering and wondering what was in my oatmeal when I wrote that? Editing takes time. It probably should take more time than it does, but that’s another rude reality.
We’ll see how it goes.