MARCH 14, 2014
FRIDAY – the day of great relief. Now time becomes your own.
I found an interesting journal entry from Ethel Robertson Whiting for March 11th (1924).
She writes: It is a fixed belief of mine that most of us would like to write – perhaps just our thoughts – about things – everything – and to have somebody read it. That’s the trouble. Nobody wants to read it. Why should they. Each person is busy with his own affairs and for entertainment more interested in a good detective story . . .than in Mrs. Whiting’s dull account of her very average activities.
Does that sum up the blogger’s mind set? Oh, yeah. And it’s worse if you write poetry! That scares potential readers into the weeds. But I don’t usually write for an audience. It would be nice to have one, but I write for myself. I can’t remember who originally told me this but – we often have wonderful ideas that we’d like to share, but in the minutia that flows toward us, we forget the idea and it drifts away from us like a cloud over the mountain on a sunny afternoon.
If you write it down, it stays. You have captured the moment. That’s why I love haiku.
It dams (momentarily) the flow.
And dear Ethel Robertson Whiting, I enjoyed reading your ideas.