Friday, February 22, 2013

Slowly I Turn

One might say the first press of any finger on any given key, is the hardest.

Like the first penguin on the edge of an ice flow, despite the others in the waddle, huddling close, none will make that first plunge into the Leopard Seal - Killer Whale, infested waters until absolutely necessary.
Until it is no longer possible to be any closer to the edge of the ice - then one falls...or...dives.  So that's the question, is it the bravest penguin who makes a decision of conscience to be the first to take that leap, or is it a matter of dumb, cowardly-laden luck that he happened to be the one who got pushed in first?
So the first word, is it brave or just lucky?
Could it be a bad decision to begin to "publish" again (I love, publish), like using one's finger to rub one's eye, forgetting that the previous task that finger was engaged in was slicing a fresh lemon?  Ouch.
Or, is it a necessary evil, one that the perhaps great, certainly prolific, Stephen King suggests:
Just Write.
Doesn't matter what it is, just put words down, and eventually the words will get better.
Ha.  So says a great American writer.
Be bold, take the teachings of a former professor who said:  Simply sit down and open up a vein.
So therein lies the risk.  To bleed upon the page, or at least upon the laptop.
The question being, what do my veins hold?

1 comment:

  1. "So the first word, is it brave or just lucky?"

    Neither; it's love.
    Funny that it is that simple and it takes (some of us) a lifelong weaving of complicated, self-imposed gauntlets to figure it out. Makes me think we should pay more attention to the wisdom of our children.
    Nothing makes us dig deeper inside ourselves, and no other emotion affords us the opportunity to show the world who we are; not rage, sadness, vengeance, or hate.
    Reading your words, it is obvious not only that you love writing, but that you love through writing. Keep writing. BSR