Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Isn't it difficult to do something every day....

I've decided to go out of my way to be sure to post something new every day. A Photo, a poem, an anecdote, no matter how brief. I'm writing here from my new apartment nestled in University Place over a trendy Coffee Shop.

It smells like fresh coffee 24 hours a day. The smell wafts up the staircase and lingers in the vents. After a while you kind of tune it out until, after a long shift at work, you come home and get a deep whiff of coffee, caramel, and pastries... and you know you're home. You know there is a nice warm bed waiting for you to kick off your shoes and join it for a cup of hot chocolate and a few chapters of whatever book happens to be on the bedside table.


There's something so delightfully tactile about writing down your thoughts. The way the ink meets the paper in dark lines and when an entire page is finished how there is a profound sense of accomplishment.  Unfortunately, as any aspiring journalist (one who writes often in journals) can tell you, the hardest part is seeing it through to the very last page. I have hundreds of started notebooks, sketchbooks, and journals. Some with twenty pages left, some with a hundred. Each decrescendo of entries follows a point in my life when I became overwhelmed and suddenly the evenings were reserved for falling into bed, head spinning with all the appointments and assignments that were due in the coming weeks.

You look at that journal weeks, perhaps months later and are filled with a profound sense of regret. Its not as if you can keep writing and leave a huge gap. If anyone was reading it later on they could only wonder about what happened in that space. Sometimes I just write long bullet-ed lists of events. Each point represents several pages of stories. Soon all my entries stop. Even with this blog, I really get going and then everything hits the fan.

I don't really have someone in my life who encourages me to follow my dreams... Perhaps its foolish to believe that there is an ideal someone, that best friend who completely gets you and then at the end of the day, is happy to share your bed.

I've considered getting a voice recorder and doing a voice entry each night before I can go to bed. That way I don't have to worry about the physical effort of typing, misspelling, or updating. Then I could upload the recordings and you, (or whoever), could listen to them. I don't know why you would want to, but I'm not going to question your motives.

So here it goes. Every day. a new picture. And as soon as I get a recorder, a new voice journal entry. 

Aurevoir,
Grant

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