Mikes Thoughts

Being back is going forward

Perhaps this is a cautionary tale of wanting something. Seeing how it could work. Trying it and then seeing it just doesn’t. For me. Writing in this blog is not some magical pixie dust sprinkled in markdown. And it’s not work. Or planning. It’s this almost superficial thing. This wanting to see a word. Then another. Then change it all and make it into something different.

How in the fuck could I plan for that. Write down ideas. Feel some drafts coming on. So what to do. Well in the middle of beers this afternoon perhaps I know. Here’s the thing.

Just write. Yeah. Stop trying so damned hard. Just let the words become the thing. See where it goes. Write every day and watch your entire blog life crumble into stuff that makes no sense. And that will work. Why?

Because life makes no sense. How we live and do and find and lose. No sense at all. So why should writing be different. Here’s my tried and true method for writing complete and utter bullshit.

Just write.

Well yeah. Then write again. It doesn’t matter where or how. If your words are in some journal app or like me you write in markdown in an editor. None of it matters. What matters is you. Your words. You’re spilling them into your canvas. Your magical garden. If a post becomes two days who cares. If one idea becomes a thousand so what. Let them go.

Of course this is after beer. Or beers. You are a free agent. Don’t you want to write though? To find and lose the path to whatever you were looking for. It’s all there folks. There to be written as you see fit. So just do it.

What will you gain

Nothing. There is nothing to gain. Nothing to lose either with the Mike method. Your carefully planned garden and your kasten may not zettle. It’s ok. Don’t take it so hard.

Just write. Find your place. And lose it. Then write more. Have a beer. Two. Four. Who’s counting. I don’t have some magical insight to this blogging thing. I do know I read my share of bullshit posts about why. Why do this. Why like that. Why. Why not. Yeah.

new day

So it came again I guess. I stopped writing last night at some point over some beer and being away from the house. Now here I am this morning. Sitting at the wonderful Ur Cafe. Feeling like writing some about whatever. Like words to bridge my time. Writing to make a link. A thing about other things. Sitting for coffee and letting moments turn into blogposts.

So that brings me back and forward. To writing this simple detritus of a life spent with small things that I massage into what I either want to say more or let go. It’s like this meditation practice I do. The “nothing practice”. Just go. Let it all be. Drift along. On nothing. If something comes along I may say,

Oh that? I will deal with that later.

I never do perhaps. It’s lost in some backwater of a journal or now finding its way here.

That’s today for ya.