Rumblin’ to Life

I open the lid, dust off the keyboard, and sit in the driver’s seat.  I’ve been driving a lot of other blog traffic lately, but I don’t have the same history with them as I do this one, my blog from before the term “blog” existed.  I miss it, and I need to spend time with it.

I put my username in the login screen, then my password, and the blog rumbles to life.  It seems to be running just as well as when I last visited, despite my neglect.  I need to update the version, turn comments back on, and get back in the habit of driving traffic.  It’s key to getting in the mindset of actually writing, if I’m ever going to do it.

The look and feel needs a facelift, too.  I need to get back to the format that the rest of the blog has, and then I need to add all the static content to the database so it truly becomes part of the real blog.

In due time … in due time.  You can’t take a trip without making sure you have a course mapped out and the time and materials to get there.  I’m gathering all of that right now, and hopefully I’ll get back to the daily updates I was doing several years ago.

Messing with Perfection

Yesterday, two trustworthy people who don’t know each other used the word “perfectionist” when describing me.  Neither were trying to offend, and both were offering honest feedback.  I was a bit taken aback, but it got my attention.  I generally see myself as a bit more easygoing than that, and I always thought of other terms to describe myself.  Tenacious?  Yes.  Tending toward OCD?  Definitely.  Reluctant to leave a task only partially completed?  Absolutely.  But perfectionist?  Why does that word carry a negative connotation for me? What do you guys think?  Am I a perfectionist, and is that okay?

The Privilege to Bear Arms?

I saw a bumper sticker a couple of days ago that said, “Buy a gun: Piss off a liberal!”  I consider myself to be liberal in regard to most things, and frankly, someone buying a gun doesn’t bother me in the least.  It’s a Constitutional right; if someone wants to own a gun, that’s his business, and I have no problem with responsible gun ownership.

However …

On the same truck was another sticker that read, “If I had killed you when I wanted to, I’d be out by now.”

Is this person deserving of the right to bear arms?

I Should Be Writing

It’s November, NaNoWriMo month.  A number of my friends are twenty or thirty thousand words into their novels, and I think that’s amazing.  Personally, I’m not that interested in writing a novel, but every year, November reminds me that I should be writing something.  Writers write; poseurs talk about writing.  Currently, I am more poseur than writer.  I pile so much on my plate that I don’t have time to write, a convenient excuse leaving me drained, depressed, feeling fake.

Soon, middle age will crash in upon me.  I fear that I will find no creative solace in the rubble.

Leonard “Red” Bird

Born:  June 3, 1936

Died:  October 22, 2010

Survived by wife Jane, daughter Maria, and son David.

Also survived by hundreds of creative writing students.

I’m proud to be one.

I leave you with my favorite verse from one of Red’s poems, “Walter Mitty.”  It illustrates how profoundly he respected the craft of writing, as well as how important was love in his life.

But in the glare of morning light
I sweat to write one crooked line
Sip my cup of sugared tea
And stretch to touch your hand.

– Leonard Bird, “Walter Mitty”, River of Lost Souls, 1977.