I’ve started this blog post three times already. That’s how you know blogging is terrible, terrible work. But it’s like Bukowski said. Find what you love, and let it kill you (amirite).
I feel like I’ve been writing a ton this past week, and I intend to write more, and more if more is not enough. I’m happy to say last week I got two guest posts published, like I mentioned a few posts ago, and you can find them live on Shanti Publishing and on a lovely little blog called A Caffeinated Brunette. Shanti Publishing is an actual publisher too, who helps self-publishers publish their books for reasonable prices, so needless to say I am VERY excited to now have a contact there. Deanna, the woman behind Shanti Publishing, has also invited me to write another guest blog post there in the near future, so I’m thrilled.
I’ve also been planning blog posts for this blog, as well as articles for that website project I told ya about at the end of my Plans post not too long ago. Everything I mentioned in that post has actually happened like I said it would, so I’m really excited about this once-in-a-lifetime follow through. And thank you SO much to the people who have entered my book giveaway. I’ve got 16 total entries so far, and I am beyond thrilled with that. If you haven’t entered yet, there’s only 3 days left, and I would love it. (You can enter here).
Writing is basically worship for me lately. “You are on this planet to tell the story of what you saw here” is a quote that keeps churning over and over in my head by Catherynne M. Valente. There’s something wonderfully finite about our existence in that quote. You are here (for now). You were some fungus on a rock and by some miracle you are here, on a laptop, listening to rainymood.com while writing a blog post because the vacuum roaring in the apartment adjacent is distracting your peace.
Now what. What will you write. What will you do. Your body will be dust in some unknown year so while it still has heat in it, while your heart is still pumping all kinds of blood through little blood tunnels to keep you alive, what will you say and who will you be. And maybe the memory of you will survive for fifty years, and maybe in 500 no one will remember anyone because everyone will have died off or traversed to Mars or the moon maybe, and soon no one will remember what life was like on earth or who anyone was and what would it matter if they did? We’re so small it’s comical. Have you seen planes in the sky lately? Have you compared the little people in them to the width of the sky? To your very limited view of the width of the sky?
It gives me chills.
I get carried away. But this blog is for my carried away-ness. I like getting swept up in those kinds of thoughts because it keeps me grounded, humble, and grateful for these very keystrokes. Lately writing has been my closest friend in a room full of them. I feel grateful to work hard at a decent paying job, and come home to my writing, to my little desk, and my little projects. I feel in some way this is where I’m always supposed to be.