In the kick-off post for the NaBloPoMo daily challenge, I mentioned my initial fear of not having enough to say.
Such fear besets the very few. Blogs are so often blah-gs, filled with daily ramblings written in the manner of a Facebook status. Heck, there's a blog called What I Ate For Lunch and Why. It's been running since May of 2008. Surely it's a thrilling read, but you see my point here.
My chosen challenge month has many ready-made topics built in: my fourth bench press competition, my fortieth birthday, a foray into boxing. But drama does not always for good reading make. Don't just say something because you have something to say; first, have something to say about what you have to say. You follow?
I write long posts. I rarely include pictures. I overheard a twenty-something say she'll bypass a blog if there aren't enough pictures. We live in a visual culture, for sure, but that's no excuse for not slowing down to read.
When The New Yorker arrives in the mail, I make a pot of tea and sit to read. The magazine is filled mostly with black and white print; when there's a photo or drawing, it's top quality, as is the writing. Sitting with The New Yorker is practically a spiritual practice. Same with Leonard Pitts's columns, for me.
That's the kind of writing I strive for here: the kind that makes you want to slow down and savor. Or maybe just giggle. Either way, my intent is to be interesting--for you.
I will not tell you what I had for lunch.
Unless it was especially interesting.
Like the chicken, avocado, lettuce and salsa salad I had yesterday.