If there’s one thing that all these blog posts have done for me….over the course of three plus years….it’s that, in addition to maybe a little bit of self-realization, it’s made me a better typist.
Now, I know that typing isn’t writing.
Typing is a mechanical thing.
It’s a motor skill.
But….I couldn’t write this blog if I couldn’t type.
Maybe it’s like art….you could reproduce what you think you see with great skill and precision, but if you didn’t develop the ability to really see, all the art you did would be nothing more than a randomly aimed photograph.
It’s the seeing that’s hard.
That’s the difference between a real artist and someone who has a lot of skill at…..wait a second….it’s like typing!
You could fill up the page with letters or a well-turned line, and if there isn’t something other than facility behind it all, it’s just empty words on a page….or a portrait with no soul.
There are a lot of people with great skill in the world…..but, maybe….there aren’t a whole lot of people who really take the time to see?
Ahhhhhhh, who knows?
I certainly don’t.
I’m just typing!
My “little” niece is going to have a baby anytime….maybe today.
A new life!
I’m looking forward to any news about that.
A book I love had a quote….maybe from Thoreau? (I don’t remember…..)
“After the first artist, only the copyist”….or something like that.
I’m probably mangling the quote.
What is all this about, anyway?
You have to fill up the page with something.
You live, you create….you live to create.
Typing is as good a place to start as…..