"I'm a writer...I write," is what I've learned to say. I used to tell people the technical details about my day-to-day workload, but that wasn't answering their question. They didn't want to know what I did, nor what had I done that day. They were asking what I do as an extension of myself.
"I'm a writer...I write." I stopped fighting my passion to write; of documenting the truth, life, as I see it. Sharing it with others. Even my meeting notes fascinate others by how much I'm able to draw from seemingly menial topics. I walk away from even the most mundane or pointless meetings with pages of notes. Each word to me is a potential springboard into boundless subjects.
Supply chains link to the fences we put up around our minds keeping us from collaborating with other offices or agencies. Logistics for major weapon system acquisitions isn't as far from logistics for a community event. Different price tags, but the idea--get stuff from one place to another in the most economical, efficient, and effective manner, big or small--is the same. These streams of consciousness fill my papers as I play connect the pixels with my words forming bits of code called language. The more I think, the more I write; the more I write the more I think, "I'm a writer...I write."
I've learned that nothing will have the economy of scale--in terms of salary--for me that writing will; especially since I'm going to do it anyway. I'm surgical with a pen, writing in 3-D. My words leap off their pages and embrace you, tapping into your soul with a smooth aftertaste, too.
I'm a writer...I'm writing....now.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
What do you do?
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...and so am I ;-)
I read a quote today by F. Scott Fitzgerald: "Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist, but in the ability to start over." It spoke to my heart and thought it might speak to you. If you will, think about that quote, its meaning to you, and its relevance in this day and age. I think it somehow relates to personal responsibility. I think our generation may have a slight issue with "vitality". When something goes awry (meaning, not "my way") we tend to simply move on to something else. Start some new endeavor; say "it must not have been meant to be," or "it wasn't what the Lord wanted for me," and move on. We never even get to "persist" to push through to the "start over" point. Why is that? Have you ever been like that at some point in your life? You don't have to accept this comment. You can delete it. I'd just like to hear your thoughts on this. Your thoughts in writing. You're more expressive when you have time to reflect, think, ruminate, then write.
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