Fewer Words

Blogging regularly requires finding a subject and crafting a post about it worth reading. The subject can be something significant and newsworthy—or it can also be mundane and personal. As my sister commented the other day, “there is almost no topic that can’t be worked into an interesting post.” That’s what it takes to keep creating content, consistently.

When I got serious about my writing, I realized that writing regularly was part of the process required to develop my craft. Actually, Stephen King shared that secret with me. Since then, my blogging track record dating back to 2003 (although some of that blogging is no longer with us, at least not on the interwebs) demonstrates that commitment.

While I’ve continued to build narratives of 500, 1,000, and upwards of those word counts, the world seems to be moving in a minimalist direction regarding communication. How many words does it take to tell a story? I’m not sure. Probably 400 or 500 would be on the lower end. I’m a firm believer that it takes more than Twitter’s 140 characters to communicate effectively. And I’m no fan of communicating by emoji via Facebook. That probably identifies me as old-fashioned.

No one writes letters these days. People can’t even be bothered to email.

Then there are days like today when life gets in the way and there’s not enough time to tackle something larger. I’ve been ruminating about things I observed during recent work-related travels through western Maine that I can’t do justice to today, so I’ll hold off ‘til a later date.

2 thoughts on “Fewer Words

  1. Thank you so much for writing this post. While commitment to a regular writing schedule is helpful, unless writing is your full-time job it can be hard to cobble together coherence in a set period of time. Ideas ruminate, there’s an outline, a hypothesis or two and then you sit down to hang words around the whole thing and sometimes it doesn’t work. The notion that good writing just flows from the fingertips like rain from a dark sky…not so much.

    I experienced the same “I ran out of time” feeling this morning when I wrote my own post. There just wasn’t enough time to explain the significance of my garden project. It started with one idea and ended with another. I’m not sure it worked.

    We live to fight another day.

  2. Not too long ago I was trying to do something with documents, job or mortgage related, can’t recall. The bright young thing on the other end was taken aback, appalled, that I used something as antiquated and obsolete as email, that I wanted to send documents to an email address and not attach them to my twitter or whatsapp or something.

    Me, I felt insulted that I should have to waste my time chasing after the latest in gadgetry. Tell you what, little girl, give me the mailing address because they’re coming in the post.

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