Dance, Dance

I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, 'You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless. I'm not your agent and I'm not your mommy, I'm a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?' and I really, really don't. I'll go peaceable-like.
-Aaron Sorkin

There’s been a rather large confluence of events that sort of lead up to this. The first is school. It’s been pounded into my head over the past year that if I’m going to teach students how to write, I have to write myself. I think that’s fair. It also helps that I’ve been writing a lot more lately, mostly because I had to. But I’ve enjoyed it. I suppose I’ve always enjoyed the end result of writing- the clear articulation of ideas, clever turns of phrase, or just interesting phrases in general- I just hated starting, and I hated being stuck. I also read a lot, and often I find myself saying “I wish I could do that. I wish I could be that eloquent and articulate.” So I figure maybe I should try.

Okay, maybe the confluence of events isn’t so large.

I’m going to try this as a little experiment, partially inspired by Chez and John Coultrane. My goal is to write at least one piece each week, maybe more if the muse strikes me. This is going to force me to write. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll come up with some things that I can be proud of.

So why am I going to be posting these online? Because I’m egotistical enough to think that maybe other people might find my thoughts interesting. For whatever reason, I’ve been told that I have some modicum of talent at this. I’d like to get better and to hear what other people think and listen to feedback. So post away.

These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

Let's dance.