Sunday, May 2, 2010

My Problem Is Not Writer's Block

Seriously... I do not have a problem with finding something to write about. What I seem to have a problem with is writing about something, anything, that will gain the interest of at least one reader.

I mean really, if I could be certain that at least one "stranger" became a follower of my blog I would go nuts with prolific ramblings sure to keep that person absorbed in my written storm of rhetoric until the return of Jesus.

You should have seen my daughter's over-flowing enthusiasm when, on her blog she realized that she had a stranger... some unknown quantity of a human being that became her follower!

"Wow!" I said to myself then asked... "Self, are you listening? I SAID WOW!" With a genuine tone of overwhelmed shock. All this due to the realization and revelation of the difference between us. I have a couple followers, for which I am very grateful, (sorry for not posting anything for a long time) but none of these few, are strangers.

What I would be willing to do for that kind of motivation! It is mind boggling. And do you what boggles my mind? Huh... do ya? It is the fact that evidently my blogging daughter (for I have two), has evidently not, I repeat... not, inherited my rambling gene.

Well that just stinks.

Oh yes, it wreaks. Allow me a moment to explain why. Here I am typing away like there is no tomorrow hoping that someone would have genuine interests in my earth shaking insights. My motives are clear, I have had some small epiphany about interest that does not have its genesis in friendly or familial obligations.

Interest, who's origin is based on nothing else, but the merit of what the good Lord has provided evident in her material. Not because of anything else but that they happened upon her work and subscribed. You may rightly ask... Merwin why should this offend?

Simply put... it is the fact that my blogging daughter has not inherited the gift of rambling, for she only writes occasionally, when the "inspiration" is there, when she is moved poetically, when what she is writing is poignant and relevant and... oh... wait, another epiphany... uh... never mind.

4 comments:

  1. Well you and Nicole have inspired me to start my own blog. I used to blog all the time on myspace. But then I quit using myspace. I didn't realize quite how extensive the void had become in my own need to write, to vent, to breathe through the written word. And it's nice that there is someone else who feels the need to ramble. :) Thank you for the inspiration.

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  2. Whenever my husband tried to explain something, I would ask him to simplify so that I could understand... not because I think I'm stupid, but because I don't seem to possess the type of intelligence Jeffrey had and often would get lost in his words.
    I once explained that I was like a monkey looking for the blue button to push, so I could win a banana, which was funny to us both, and afterward whenever I understood my husband, I would simply say; "blue button gets the banana" and cheer.
    I really admire your writing skill Merwin and have tried many times to understand it... but most of the time I can't because you, like my wonderful husband have a more complex intelligence that I cannot grasp... but if you ever wanted to simplify, to help me find the blue button I would be happy to read your work. Maybe this insults you, and if so I apologize. God gave you that awesome brain for a reason, just like he gave me my simple one.
    1 Corinthians 9:19-23: “For though I am free from all men, I have made myself a servant to all, that I might win the more; and to the Jews I became as a Jew, that I might win Jews; to those who are under the law, as under the law, that I might win those who are under the law; to those who are without law, as without law (not being without law toward God, but under law toward Christ), that I might win those who are without law; to the weak I became as weak, that I might win the weak. I have become all things to all men, that I might by all means save some. Now this I do for the gospel's sake, that I may be partaker of it with you.”

    ... and here's my take, "to the simple I became simple."
    Blessings my friend!
    Many, many blessings!
    April

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  3. Hey Dad. Ok, so here’s the thing. I do not write for anyone else’s pleasure. I write because the beast inside of me is clawing its way out. I can either put pen to paper to release it or I can be consumed by it. Pent up creativity is a violent thing. Dad, worry not what others will want to read. You are one of the best conversationalists I know. Have a conversation with your blank page. Tell your paper a story. If you build it, they will come. Love you tons! And I did get your rambling gene…that’s what the editing process is for. I took three whole paragraphs out of Dancing Bags. :)

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  4. lol. that dancing bag clip... tripped me out.

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