Often I experience an indifference to writing. Partially because I feel like all the "A" material has already been taken, but also because I read so much truncated writing from others that my attention span for writing things of more than a page has sufficiently waned. So, no worries, this trifling will not be very long.
I often see billboards on highways with "This Space for Rent" emblazoned on them and an 800 number to call, if so inclined. I think that if I could do the same thing with any number of blank pieces of paper or computer screens with blinking cursor that I've stared at through the years, offer them up to any takers--who knows if there would have been takers or any better results.
Suffce to say that we all draw a blank from time to time and wish that inspiration would come faster than it does or with better clarity after arrival. We are sorely in need of inspiring words and declarative sentences that actually declare something that makes us feel the pulse of a real live writer.
But maybe we need an inhospitable brain to stop us from trashing the landscape with our word litter. Some ideas may be better served by keeping them nestled in our craniums until they are ready to be properly birthed.
I also notice that even the best-hatched ideas on road signs often tatter and become a relic of the past with enough time passing from inception. So, too, does much writing. Inspired in the time it was written, less impactful as the years chug along. Context, in all things, is lost when the person, place, or thing, is no longer what we are burning up our brain cells over. Maybe that is why road signs are for rent rather than for sale; so few things stand the test of time or, if they do, the intellectual market has already been cornered by eons of better writers.
I also notice that there are less billboards than there used to be and they are much more complex than those of old with 3-D graphics or digital messages that change. Essentially billboards are looking for ways to be relevant in our highly distractable, word glutted world. Even here in good old Iowa, we are spending more time with our heads in our smartphones and out of the clouds. Perhaps it is our brains that are the spaces to rent. Call mine: 1-800-Got-Ideas.
I often see billboards on highways with "This Space for Rent" emblazoned on them and an 800 number to call, if so inclined. I think that if I could do the same thing with any number of blank pieces of paper or computer screens with blinking cursor that I've stared at through the years, offer them up to any takers--who knows if there would have been takers or any better results.
Suffce to say that we all draw a blank from time to time and wish that inspiration would come faster than it does or with better clarity after arrival. We are sorely in need of inspiring words and declarative sentences that actually declare something that makes us feel the pulse of a real live writer.
But maybe we need an inhospitable brain to stop us from trashing the landscape with our word litter. Some ideas may be better served by keeping them nestled in our craniums until they are ready to be properly birthed.
I also notice that even the best-hatched ideas on road signs often tatter and become a relic of the past with enough time passing from inception. So, too, does much writing. Inspired in the time it was written, less impactful as the years chug along. Context, in all things, is lost when the person, place, or thing, is no longer what we are burning up our brain cells over. Maybe that is why road signs are for rent rather than for sale; so few things stand the test of time or, if they do, the intellectual market has already been cornered by eons of better writers.
I also notice that there are less billboards than there used to be and they are much more complex than those of old with 3-D graphics or digital messages that change. Essentially billboards are looking for ways to be relevant in our highly distractable, word glutted world. Even here in good old Iowa, we are spending more time with our heads in our smartphones and out of the clouds. Perhaps it is our brains that are the spaces to rent. Call mine: 1-800-Got-Ideas.
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