Blah. I’m finding it harder and harder to come up with unique intros into my blog entries. I’ve finally started to notice that virtually every entry I’ve ever written has started with something to the effect of “I realized today that” or “I was doing blah today, when” or “It occurred to me today that”. I’m sick of it, as I am sure you guys are as well. If you’ve got suggestions for how I could start off my blog entries from now on, please, leave me a comment (or 12). I was thinking maybe random words… Blah is, of course, a tradition…
But I ramble on about the things I don’t really intend to talk about. I’m sure you’ve probably heard me mention Wil Wheaton before, most likely about how I actually cried while reading his blog entry about his cat dying. In any case, I was reading one of his new entries today. One of the most significant things I got out of his post, was this simple quote:
“… and that’s when I realized that I was really a writer: the day I started treating every experience I had as an opportunity to get a good story …”
Now, I really don’t consider myself a writer (and probably with good reason, I know). I did, however, feel a certain level of understanding when I read this statement. As most of you probably noticed if you’ve been reading my blog from the beginning, or if you went back and checked out the archives at any point, a large portion of the entries are just general ramblings about my day (like the first two whole months worth). I start at the beginning about when I got to work, and slowly make my way through the rest of the day, outlining everything that happened. Not only was this terribly boring for you guys, but it wasn’t the most exciting to sit down and write out every day.
When I started blogging back in September, it was mainly just to write up a few of my more popular stories or rants so that I could stop telling them over and over on IRC as different people showed up. At the beginning of the year, when I decided I needed to make updates more frequently, I was at a bit of a loss for topics to write about. I realized that quality was much more important than quantity, but at the time I really had neither, so I decided the best way to get started was by forcing myself to write for 30 minutes a day. I knew several people who did this in their journal or diary-type thing, and so I took a stab at it in online form.
Over the past 3 months (wow, can you believe I’ve been writing that long now?), I’ve slowly become what I hope is a better writer. It’s been quite a while now since I wrote an entry that just outlined my day, and I’ve been intentionally preventing myself from doing so, even if it means I just don’t get anything new posted for a couple of days. Instead, I’ve found that it’s become easier and easier for me to pick out something of at least minor significance and write a sizeable blog entry about the topic.
As Wil said in his quote, so many things change when you suddenly start analyzing every situation, picking it apart trying to pick up a story from all the different angles at work. As he goes on to say in his blog, he actually had difficult at a recent audition keeping his mind on his part. Instead of focusing on the performance he needed to give, he was too busy soaking up all the details of the encounter. From the physical aspects and description of the room itself and the comfortable feeling it inspired, right down to the emotions involved in acting on a stage.
This is the “curse” that I’ve somewhat begun to get aquatinted with. While I doubt that I’m anywhere near Wil’s level (I don’t see any book publishing opportunities coming up in the near future), I think that by blogging on a regular basis and forcing myself to think more clearly about some of the less noticeable aspects of my life, as well as by reading the blogs of others and experiencing those aspects second hand, I have and can help myself become more overall observant and in-tune with my environment. At the same time, these added senses of sensitivity can help increase my writing skill if by only giving me more material to work from.
…All the world’s a stage And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts…