“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ~Anton Chekhov
Powerful words and excellent advice from a dead Russian writer. Too often, laziness takes over and my flat sentences leave you with only a blurred outline of the story. I rush through the post, leaving out grains of detail that punctuate the story in my mind. I am conscious of it. I know I’m doing it in the moment.
Why do I do this?
Why do I write this blog at all?
There is no consistent theme. My life experiences really are not that interesting, and certainly are not “important” in the context of the universe, the Earth, my country, state, or town. And yet, I write here on occasion (hopefully more frequently than not) as my grandfather would have said, “for a reason.”
On some level, I know that I need to write on a daily/weekly basis even if it’s only to keep in practice. I want to write well, however. And too often, that’s not happening here. Perhaps I should practice this advice instead:
“I just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit.” ~P.G. Wodehouse