writer's blog

Here’s the problem I’ve encountered so far with blogging. I’ve had a lot of thoughts that I’ve wanted to write about. I’ve thought about my grandparents and the time I was able to share with them over the last couple of years. The thankfulness that I feel for that opportunity while toiling for my mother’s cousin’s business. Stuff about the entire family and what I believe is likely to happen with everyone over the next several years. I’ve worried about my sister and her relationship with my parents. I’ve worried about my father’s happiness and how his career is quickly ending in spite of his best efforts to eek out a few more productive years. My grandparents’ health is declining; they’ll soon require assistance, and I’m no longer around to offer it. I’ve wanted to write about the sequence of events that lead up to and followed my abrupt (albeit expected) departure from my last job. The searching and hiring process that brought me to FKI. I guess the problem isn’t really with blogging, rather it’s my reluctance to commit to putting these memories into words. I guess I’m just worrying that these thoughts fade before I do write them down. A good example of this risk is my lapse in blogging activity over the last month. I distinctly remember several instances wherein I thought, “shit, I should write this stuff down”. Then… gone.

Counterexample: I was impressed by Sue’s sister, Grace, when she whipped out a notepad and spontaneously started scribbling. The context was an independent showcase of folk singers taking stage at a small co-op music studio in Berkeley in April. We were there more-or-less on a whim to support a friend of hers from LA. This girl had one helluva voice and guitar licks to match. I didn’t ask what Grace was writing, but the fact that she was prepared to immortalize her thoughts so easily hooked me. Kinda like how a professional photographer will never be caught without a camera of some sort. Grace is a writer by trade, and somewhat of a hopeless romantic, but moreover, she is a girl of conviction. Her work is pretty intriguing (http://www.grackyfroggink.com/froggfiles). Her lifestyle, religious devotion, and her family are all testament to this. She, in fact, was the one who took responsibility over me when I knocked myself unconscious on the slopes in Big Bear in April. Ugh… another potential tangent… more on that one later (I hope). Sooner or later, I’ll have to run a word search among my blog for “later” and start filling in those tangents. Maybe I’ll title the entry “leftover thoughts” or something. Anyway, I learned a lot during that moment about how people who are committed to writing just never seem to stop.